To all of you who will listen
I will sing to you a song
About the sons and daughters
who had to leave their home.

They went to school and took a trade
A job they thought to get,
But when their term had ended
There was no work as yet.

They had to have experience
And that was hard to find,
If they did not get a chance to work
What else were they to do.

So they had to leave their homeland
And their families far behind,
To go to another country
for a job they had to find.

Now all you loving parents
In this world of unhappiness,
Ask God to lend a helping hand
To ease your loneliness.

To all you sons and daughters
wherever you may roam,
Remember that we love you
And wish that you were home.

We hope and pray maybe some day
You will all return again,
When we get that better tomorrow
There will be jobs in Newfoundland.

Now to conclude my story
There is one thing I have to say,
I am just a lonely mother
And I miss my family.

And since they are gone away
Life will never be the same,
Cause all that we have left at home
Is their picture in a frame.

Winnie Cooper
Queen's Cove, NL