<br /> Home is where the heart is<br /> And Newfoundland will always be<br /> A place of cherished memories<br /> For older men like you and me<br /> <br /> A place where as a child I walked<br /> Bare foot upon a sandy shore<br /> Where all was quiet and peaceful then<br /> And in some distance the ocean's roar.<br /> <br /> In the summer time when the tide was out<br /> You could dig for the &quot;cock&quot; and &quot;hen&quot; for fun<br /> Because clams were not on our menu then<br /> As we played in the scorching sun<br /> <br /> It was fun to catch the &quot;barney stickle&quot; to<br /> In the little pools on the &quot;bar&quot;<br /> When the tide was out; but you could not pout<br /> If the thorns went in too far.<br /> <br /> At night when the tide was in<br /> And a light breeze rippled the bay<br /> The moon's bright band shone from shore to shore<br /> As it shimmered and danced in it's lay.<br /> <br /> Oh! The summer night could be so peaceful and still<br /> As the moon shone so bright from above<br /> You could hear a man cough, a mile away<br /> If standing upon a hill<br /> <br /> But now the traffic growls and roars<br /> Along a paved highway<br /> Where once we walked on a quiet road,<br /> Surrounded by God's great sway.   Submitted By: NULL