There's A Place I'll Always Cherish,

'Neath The Blue Atlantic Sky

Where The Shores Down In Cape Breton

Bid The Golden Sun To Rise

And The Fragrance Of The Apple Blossoms

Sprays The Dew-kissed Lawns

Back In Dear Old Nova Scotia,

A Place Where I Was Born.



The Scotian And The Ocean Limited,

And The Maritime Express

Their Mighty Engines Throbbing,

Make Their Way Towards The West

And The Sturdy Fishin' Schooners,

Sways So Laz'ly To And Fro

Nova Scotia Is My Sanctuary,

And I Love Her So.



For Across The Great Dominion,

I Have Traveled Far And Wide

Where The Shores Out In Vancouver,

Kiss The Blue Pacific Tide

I Have Crossed The Snow-capped Rockies,

Saw The Wheat Fields' Golden Blaze

Headed Back To Nova Scotia,

Where Contented Cattle Graze.



Where The Pretty Robin Red Breast,

Seeks It's Loved Ones In The Trees

And The French Di'lect In Old Quebec,

Keeps Callin' Out To Me

It Seems To Say, Be On Your Way,

There's A Welcome At The Door

Where The Kinfolks Are A-waiting

On That Gay Atlantic Shore.



Down Through Beautiful New Brunswick

And Across The P.E.I.

To The Rock-bound Coasts Of Newfoundland,

I'll Love Them Till I Die

But If God Came Here On Earth With Us

And Asked If He Could Rest

I'd Take Him To My Nova Scotia Home,

The Place That I Love Best.