Buddy Wasisname and the Other Fellers - Song for newfoundland

She's ^Gbordered by ^Bminlets, ^Ctickles and ^Gsounds ^EmReaches by ^Ccoves and by ^Dbays She ^Emsoothes your ^Dvision and you ^Csail round her ^Gshores With a mixture of ^Dgreens, browns and ^Ggrays. And the ^Dhouses lie scattered among the ^Crocks in the cove Trimmed with ^Emorange, green, ^Dyellow and ^Cblue In ^Gtwillingate, ^DFogo and ^CLittle Hearts' Ease ^GFortune, Trout ^DRiver, ^GFermeuse.

She's a ^Grocky ^Disle in the ^Gocean And she's ^Cpounded by ^Gwind from the ^Dsea ^GYou might ^Emthink that she's ^Crugged and ^Gcold But she's home ^Dsweet home to ^Gme.

^GBeen tortured for ^Bmcenturies her ^Cstories ^Guntold ^EmShe struggled with ^Cfortunes ^Dunknown Laid ^Embare by the ^Dglaciers as they ^Cscraped her to the ^Gbone Taking soil to make ^DGrand Bank ^Gshoals. ^DShe's been battered for eons by the ^Ccold biting ^Gwinds Chewing ^Emrocks to soft ^Dbeaches of ^Csand ^GAnd carving her ^Dface and ^Cgiving us a place That we ^Gnow call ^DNewfoundlan^Gd.

She's a ^Grocky ^Disle in the ^Gocean And she's ^Cpounded by ^Gwind from the ^Dsea ^GYou might ^Emthink that she's ^Crugged and ^Gcold But she's home ^Dsweet home to ^Gme.

^GThe ocean surroun^Bmds her, it ^Cgives and it ^Gtakes Like ^Emshepherd, ^Clion and ^Dlamb The ^Empounding and ^Dgrinding is a ^Cconstant ^Greminding Of the forces that ^Dfollow the ^Gtown From the ^Dfury of a blizzard on a ^Ccold winter's night To the ^Emquiet of a warm ^Dsummer's ^Cday All ^Ghardships for^Dgotten, old ^Cdebts are repaid With a day on a ^Dquiet peaceful ^Gbay.

She's a ^Grocky ^Disle in the ^Gocean And she's ^Cpounded by ^Gwind from the ^Dsea ^GYou might ^Emthink that she's ^Crugged and ^Gcold But she's home ^Dsweet home to ^Gme. She's a ^Grocky ^Disle in the ^Gocean And she's ^Cpounded by ^Gwind from the ^Dsea ^GYou might ^Emthink that she's ^Crugged and ^Gcold But she's home ^Dsweet home to ^Gme. Boy's she's home sweet ^Dhome to ^Gme.