Eagle’s Comfort Song

(hummmm) Up from Comfort Cove to Newstead shore

A buddy true as tides that turn no more

We walked the cliffs where salt spray gently clings

Now you take flight upon an eagle's wings (rest easy b'y)

My shore is my island

My beckon domain

Ne'er to leave me island Oh ne'er no more 'Cause my island

is home

Soar high, brother, like an eagle in the blue

Over Notre Dame Bay

watching through and through

A great Newfoundland friend who found the open sky

Until we meet again

where the white

gulls fly

The wooden dories resting by the stage

A quiet town that holds your every page

No kinder soul has walked these rocky hills

Your laughter lingers when the evening chills (mm-mm)

Soar high, brother, like an eagle in the blue

Over Notre Dame Bay

watching through and through

A great Newfoundland friend who found the open sky

Until we meet again where the white

gulls fly

High above the cove...

Sail on,

old friend. (ahhhh)