The sun was setting in the west
The birds were singing on every tree
All nature seemed inclined to rest
But still there was no rest for me
Farewell to Nova Scotia, the seabound co...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Stompin' Tom Connors
Ferryman, Ferryman have you seen my Mary-Ann?
In my search for her I've been, around the bay and back again
Around the bay and back again
From Espanola to Manitoulin
'Cross the ch...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Stompin' Tom Connors
I told my baby nice-please don't flirt around-
& don't give eyes to other guys it makes my poor heart pound
& as I told her nice please don't make me dread
She winked her eye at an...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Stompin' Tom Connors
Oh we sailed away at the break of day to pull traps in oilskin trousers-
On the "Susie Jack" but tonite we're back wit a tousand pounds a lobsters-
Oh Shanty town we're gonna tear ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Stompin' Tom Connors
We sailed away at the break of day to pull traps in oilskin trousers
On the Suzy Jack but we're back tonight wit a thousand pounds of lobsters
Oh shanty town were gonna tear ya dow...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Stompin' Tom Connors
I got the "I don't know how to fix the damn thing blues"
I'm a handy man to hav earound when you're drinkin' booze
I can't mend my broken heart with a hammer, nails or screws
I'm a...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Stompin' Tom Connors
I'm long gone to the Yukon boys
Cause the Yukon's calling for me
Well brother I just got your note this mornin'
And ya tell me that you've found a little gold
And before another da...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Stompin' Tom Connors
(Spoken)
This here next song is the story, about the fella that was hitchhikin'
Away down in Southern Nevada, along came this big long truck
Loaded down with potatoes. And the truc...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Stompin' Tom Connors
I am the wind, I am the wind
Without foes, without friends
I have no home, no cares to tend
All alone, I am the wind
I am the wind, I am the wind
Where I go is where I've been
I'm...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Stompin' Tom Connors
Where the wild roses grow in Alberta-
On the banks of the Gooseberry lake
There's a rose I suppose that you hearda-
She's as mild as a wild Irish wake
Like a thorn she was born to ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Stompin' Tom Connors