Burning Horizons - Wolfstone

Leaving now for Nova Scotia

My homeland’s kindred isle

Always an arm so far apart

We span the silver miles

In search of work, I come to you

As our fathers did before

On white-sailed ships we packed our lives and left

We left our native shore

The ships they anchor side by side

Our brave new world is here

Spirits higher than they’ve been

For many, many years

In search of work, I come to you

As our fathers did before

Across the dark and briny seas to find

Your nativ shore

In the burning horizon

Feeds a fire

Smoky hadland, darkest isle

Staring seaward, deepest ocean

Over tide

Oh, in the burning horizon

Feeds a fire

Smoky headland, darkest isle

Staring seaward, deepest ocean

Over tide

Struggle’s hard for seven months

Our travels take us far

Desperate times we then endure

Until America

From there to Spain, then on again

For another war to fight

I’m dreaming of my own homeland far from

Far from this weary light

Coming home from Canada

And I’m coming home from Spain

I’ve been to America

And I’m coming home again

Spying Ross’s darkest isle

The patchwork fields of green

Along the view to where my heart

Will always be

In the burning horizon

Feeds a fire

Smoky headland, darkest isle

Staring seaward, deepest ocean

Ohhhhh

In the burning horizon

Feeds a fire

Smoky headland, darkest isle

Staring seaward, deepest ocean

Over tide