| A Piece of Heaven |
| If you ever go to Newfoundland You'll know the reason why God took a little piece of heaven And dropped it from the sky. You walk along the ocean shore With the sand between your toes, The salty breeze that's gently blowing Is heavenly to your nose. The rolling mountains you gaze upon Reach gracefully to the sky, The mountain rivers come crashing down And eventually pass you by. The mountain brooks are crystal clear As they flow gently along their way, With the grazing moose and jumping fish These memories will always stay. When they say "The doors aren't locked in Newfoundland" Not a truer statement was told. With friendly people, lively music and homemade bread It is something to behold. The gentle pace of living there Is one of peace and tranquillity, With fishing rod in hand and song in heart It doesn't seem like reality. Before I'm down for the final count Once more I'd like to see That beautiful piece of velvet green Resting in the Atlantic sea. |