My Nova Scotia Home Lyrics - Hank Snow

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 its' 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