G    D          G                  C
Late spring the leaves have turned green,
            G               Em             D
And there's sheep on the hill side, there's birds on the wing.
G        D             C           G
Over my shoulder the last time I'm seeing,
D                C             G
The old home all weathered and grey



G              D         G          C
We talked till three, my father and me,
G                    Em              D
And the fiddle tunes flowed like the pure Margaree,
G      D              C              G
"Never forget who you are,son", said he.
     D            C       G
As I followed my brothers away.


CHORUS:

Em
And I'm heading for Halifax to see what's to spare,
       D
In the way of some work and if there's nothing there,
     Em
It's Toronto, Out west, to God only knows where,
            C             G               D
But there's bound to be friends from back home.



G           D         G        C
One thing I know, wherever I go,
G                  Em                 D
My heart's in Cape Breton it will always be so.
G             D         C           G
Whenever the fiddler he rosens his bow,
D                 C               G
My first and last thoughts are of home.



Cho