And the fragrance of the apple blossoms,above the dew kissed lawns
Back in dear old Nova Scotia,the place where I was born
The Scotian and the Ocean Limited,and the Maritime express
Their mighty engines throbbing,make their way towards the west
And the sturdy fishing schooner,sways so lazy to and frow
Nova Scotia is my sanctuary,and I love her so
Far across this great Dominion,I have travelled far and wide
Where the shores out in Vancouver,kiss the blue Pacific tide
I have crossed the snow capped Rockies
saw the wheat fields golden blaze
Headed back to Nova Scotia,where I'll spend my twilight days
Where the pretty robin red breast
Sings to loved ones in the trees
and the French dialect in old Quebec,keeps a'calling out to me
It seems to say be on your way be on your way
There's a welcome at the door
Where the kin folks are awaiting
on that green Atlantic shore
Down through beautiful New Brunswick,and across to PEI
To the rock bound coasts of Newfoundland
I'll love them till I die
But if God came here on Earth with us
and asked for a little rest
I'd take him to Nova Scotia home
The place that I love best
