Isle of Newfoundland - Harry Hibbs

On the first day on January Eighteen ninety-two They opened ellis Island And they let the people through And the first to cross the treshold Of that Isle of hope and tears Was Annie Moore from Ireland Who was only fifteen years Isle of Hope, Isle of Tears Isle of Freedom, Isle of Fears But it's not the Isle you left behind That Isle of Hunger, Isle of Pain Isle you'll never see again But the Isle of home is always on your mind In a little bag she carried All her past and history And her dreams for the future In the Land of Liberty And courage is the passport When your old world disappears But there's no future in the past When you're fifteen years Isle of Hope, Isle of Tears Isle of Freedom, Isle of Fears But it's not the Isle you left behind That Isle of Hunger, Isle of Pain Isle you'll never see again But the Isle of home is always on your mind When they closed down Ellis Island In Nineteen Fourty-Three Seventeen million people Had come there for Sanctuary And in springtime when I came here And I stepped onto it's piers I thought of how it must have been When you're fifteen years Isle of Hope, Isle of Tears Isle of Freedom, Isle of Fears But it's not the Isle you left behind That Isle of Hunger, Isle of Pain Isle you'll never see again But the Isle of home is always on your mind Isle of Hope, Isle of Tears Isle of Freedom, Isle of Fears But it's not the Isle you left behind That Isle of Hunger, Isle of Pain Isle you'll never see again But the Isle of home is always on your mind

'Twas on the Isle of Capri that I found her Beneath the shade of an old walnut tree Oh, I can still see the flowers blooming 'round her Where we met on the Isle of Capri She was as sweet as a rose at the dawning But somehow fate hadn't meant it for me And though he sailed with the tide in the morning Still my heart's in the Isle of Capri Summertime was nearly over Blue Italian sky above I said, "Lady, I'm a rover Can you spare a sweet word of love?" She whispered softly, "It's best not to linger" And then as I kissed her hand I could see She wore a lovely meatball on her finger 'Twas goodbye at the Villa Capri Summertime was nearly over Blue Italian sky above I said "Lady, I'm a rover Can you spare a fine word o'love?" She whispered softly "It's best not to linger" And then as I kissed her hand I could see She wore a plain golden ring on her finger 'Twas goodbye on the Isle of Capri 'Twas goodbye on the Isle of Capri 'Twas goodbye on the Isle of Capri

I've met some folks Who say that I'm a dreamer And I've no doubt There's truth in what they say But sure a body's bound to be a dreamer When all the things he loves are far away And precious things Are dreams unto an exile They take him o'er The land across the sea Especially when it happens he's an exile From that dear lovely Isle of Inisfree And when the moonlight Peeps across the rooftops Of this great city Wondrous though it be I scarcly feel its wonder or laughter I'm once again back home in Inisfree I wonder o'er green hills Through dreamy valleys And find a peace No other land would know I hear the birds make music fit for angels And watch the rivers laughing As they flow And then into a humble shack I wander My dear old home And tenderly behold The folks I love Around the turf fire gathered On bended knee Their rosary is told But dreams don't last Though dreams are not forgotten And soon I'm back To stern reality But though they pave The footways here with gold dust I still would choose My Isle of Inisfree