Written by Loyola Hearn
My father left old Ireland, so many years ago
He left his home in Galway, where the green green shamrocks grow
He met my darling mother on a boat to Newfoundland
And it didn't take him long before, he won her heart and hand
They both came to this island, as happy as could be
To settle down togather, and raise a family
They built a little cottage, and started to combine
The green of the shamrock, and the green of the pine
From an island to an island, from the green to the green
They left their homes to settle in, a place they never seen
They exchanged the hills of Newfoundland, for the ones they left behind
And the green of the shamrock for the green of the pine.
As their families grew around them, their eyes shone bright with pride
They'd go to church each Sunday Morn' strolling side by side
Each evening round the turf-fire to heaven would ascend
The decades of the Rosary for all in Ireland
Now the years passed by so quickly, and death we all must face
We laid our loving parents in their final resting place
Yet they taught me to be thankful for this heritage that's mine
For the green of the shamrock, and the green of the pine
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