Текст песни My Nova Scotia Home - 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 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