Lyrics

Beyond these great waters, what do I see?
The Hills of Cape Breton, this new home of mine.
O we come from the countries, all over the world
Fishermen, farmers, and sailors all come,
We are an Island, a Rock in a stream
In soft summer breeze, or in wild winter winds
Within these new townships, O what do I see?
The smoke stacks are belching and the blast furnace burning.