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Here in this big old city,
Beneath the neon lights,
Where people never seem to sleep,
And you can't tell day from night.
I'm longing for the country,
And that big ol' yellow moon;
It's Christmas time in Newfoundland,
Oh, how I'm missing you.
That little sharp roof dwelling,
That I used to call my home,
Is alive with Christmas spirit,
And good ol' fashion fun.
The door is always open,
For neighbours and for friends;
Yes, I wish that I could be back home,
So I could be with them.
The postman brings me greetings,
From my home so far away;
While I'm alone among the crowd,
My heart's back in the bay.
Yes, I'm longing for the country,
And that big ol' yellow moon;
It's Christmas time in Newfoundland,
Oh, how I'm missing you.
The postman brings me greetings,
From my home so far away;
While I'm alone among the crowd,
My heart's back in the bay.
Yes, I'm longing for the country,
And that big ol' yellow moon;
It's Christmas time in Newfoundland,
Oh, how I'm missing you.
It's Christmas time in Newfoundland,
Oh, how I'm missing you.
Recorded by The Uncle Harry's Bar Band of Woody Point, NL.
