Late spring, the trees have turn green
There's sheep on the meddle, birds on the wing
Over my shoulder the last thing I've seen
The old home all weathered and gray

We talked 'til three, my father and me
And the fiddle tunes flowed like the clear margurey
"Never forget who you are son," said he,
And I followed my brothers away

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

One thing I know, where ever I go
My heart's in Cape Breton, 'twill always be so
Whenever the fiddler rosins the bow
My first and last thoughts are of home

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

One thing I know, where ever I go
My heart's in Cape Breton, 'twill always be so
Whenever the fiddler rosins the bow
My first and last thoughts are of home