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T: The Rock Called Newfoundland
O: Hannie FitzGerald
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S: Hannie FitzGerald
K: Cmaj
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w: I
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w:come from the Rock- the home of my fam-i-ly, I come from the Rock; it
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w:holds me in its hand. Sur-round-ed by o-ceans, the wind-swept shore line calls to me- I
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w:come from the Rock called New-found-land_ come from the Rock called
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w:New-found-land.
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w:This is-land that I call my home is - ev-er dear - to - me, where
w:On sum-mer days of sun and haze, the - fog can roll in quick-ly too, From 
w:When storm-y wea-ther shrouds the land, and - waves crash fierce-ly on the shore, When 
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w:car-i-bou and - moose - - do roam, where sky meets stor-my- - sea -
w:tow'r-ing ice-bergs - float-ing past the bays, pure white up-on deep - blue. -
w:winds blow strong, and - car-ry you a-long, and na-ture seems to - roar, -
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w: - where spruce lined coves keep - dor-ies safe from the blast of cold - nor-theren
w: - Sleek whales and dol-phins - swim on by, And - puf-fins claim their off-shore 
w: - Then fam-i-ly and - friends feel near e-ven tho' we're miles - a - 
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w:gales. 'Tis home to me, my - is-land of the sea, it's bea-ty nev-er
w: isles. 'Tis home to me, my - is-land of the sea, All peo-ple it
w: part. 'Tis home to me, my - is-land of the sea, and lives with-in my
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w:fails.
w:be-guiles.
w:heart.

W:
W:Chorus:
W:I come from the Rock- the home of my family, 
W:I come from the Rock; it holds me in its hand. 
W:Surrounded by oceans, the wind-swept shore line calls to me
W:I come from the Rock called New-foundland.
W:
W:This island that I call my home is  ever dear to me, 
W:where caribou and moose do roam, where sky meets stormy sea,
W:where spruce lined coves keep dories safe from the blast of cold northern gales. 
W:'Tis home to me, my island of the sea, 
W:it's beauty never fails.
W:
W:On summer days of sun and haze, the fog can roll in quickly too, 
W:From tow'ring icebergs floating past the bays, 
W:pure white upon deep blue. 
W:Sleek whales and dolphins swim on by, 
W:And puffins claim their offshore isles. 
W:'Tis home to me, my island of the3sea,
W:All people it beguiles.
W:
W:When stormy weather shrouds the land, 
W:and waves crash fiercely on the shore,
W:When winds blow strong, and carry you along, 
W:and nature seems to roar,
W:Then family and friends feel near 
W:even tho' we're miles apart. '
W:Tis nome to me, my island of the sea,
W:and lives within my heart.

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