When the big moon shines in the Maritimes
On the old Atlantic shore
I'll be glad to be back to old Halifax and the girl that I adore!
When the big skies blue, I'll be coming to you
With a love for evermore,
Where the high tides roll, on the rocky shoals
Of the old Atlantic shore.
Where the fishing nets hang, and the bouy bells clang,
You marvel at the stevedores' might.
And the big empty ships, from the docks they slip
Away in the silence of night.
How I reminisce your goodbye kiss, standing in the shanty door.
I'm coming back home, never more to roam, from the old Atlantic shore.
When the big moon shines in the Maritimes
On the old Atlantic shore
I'll be glad to be back to old Halifax and the girl that I adore!
When the big skies blue, I'll be coming to you
With a love for evermore,
Where the high tides roll, on the rocky shoals
Of the old Atlantic shore.
It's a long ways down to Halifax town
Where the great white seagull flies
But the big blue sea, it's a-callin' to me,
'Come back to your big blue eyes.'
I can feel sea breezes comin' through the trees,
I can hear the ocean's roar.
I'll be home tonight, dear, to hold you tight,
On the old Atlantic Shore.
When the big moon shines in the Maritimes
On the old Atlantic shore
I'll be glad to be back to old Halifax and the girl that I adore!
When the big skies blue, I'll be coming to you
With a love for evermore,
Where the high tides roll, on the rocky shoals
Of the old Atlantic shore.
Where the high tides roll, on the rocky shoals
Of the old Atlantic shore.
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When the big moon shines in the Maritimes
On the old Atlantic shore
I'll be glad to be back to old Halifax and the girl that I adore!
When the big skies blue, I'll be coming to you
With a love for evermore,
Where the high tides roll, on the rocky shoals
Of the old Atlantic shore.
Where the fishing nets hang, and the bouy bells clang,
You marvel at the stevedores' might.
And the big empty ships, from the docks they slip
Away in the silence of night.
How I reminisce your goodbye kiss, standing in the shanty door.
I'm coming back home, never more to roam, from the old Atlantic shore.
When the big moon shines in the Maritimes
On the old Atlantic shore
I'll be glad to be back to old Halifax and the girl that I adore!
When the big skies blue, I'll be coming to you
With a love for evermore,
Where the high tides roll, on the rocky shoals
Of the old Atlantic shore.
It's a long ways down to Halifax town
Where the great white seagull flies
But the big blue sea, it's a-callin' to me,
'Come back to your big blue eyes.'
I can feel sea breezes comin' through the trees,
I can hear the ocean's roar.
I'll be home tonight, dear, to hold you tight,
On the old Atlantic Shore.
When the big moon shines in the Maritimes
On the old Atlantic shore
I'll be glad to be back to old Halifax and the girl that I adore!
When the big skies blue, I'll be coming to you
With a love for evermore,
Where the high tides roll, on the rocky shoals
Of the old Atlantic shore.
Where the high tides roll, on the rocky shoals
Of the old Atlantic shore.
On the old Atlantic shore
I'll be glad to be back to old Halifax and the girl that I adore!
When the big skies blue, I'll be coming to you
With a love for evermore,
Where the high tides roll, on the rocky shoals
Of the old Atlantic shore.
Where the fishing nets hang, and the bouy bells clang,
You marvel at the stevedores' might.
And the big empty ships, from the docks they slip
Away in the silence of night.
How I reminisce your goodbye kiss, standing in the shanty door.
I'm coming back home, never more to roam, from the old Atlantic shore.
When the big moon shines in the Maritimes
On the old Atlantic shore
I'll be glad to be back to old Halifax and the girl that I adore!
When the big skies blue, I'll be coming to you
With a love for evermore,
Where the high tides roll, on the rocky shoals
Of the old Atlantic shore.
It's a long ways down to Halifax town
Where the great white seagull flies
But the big blue sea, it's a-callin' to me,
'Come back to your big blue eyes.'
I can feel sea breezes comin' through the trees,
I can hear the ocean's roar.
I'll be home tonight, dear, to hold you tight,
On the old Atlantic Shore.
When the big moon shines in the Maritimes
On the old Atlantic shore
I'll be glad to be back to old Halifax and the girl that I adore!
When the big skies blue, I'll be coming to you
With a love for evermore,
Where the high tides roll, on the rocky shoals
Of the old Atlantic shore.
Where the high tides roll, on the rocky shoals
Of the old Atlantic shore.