2 acessos
A The sun was sinking down in the west F#m The birds were singing on every tree A E All nature seemed to be at rest F#m D C#m F#m But still there was no rest for me Chorus: A Farewell to Nova Scotia The sea-bound coast F#m may your mountains dark and dreary be A E For when I am far away On the briny ocean tossed F#m D Will you ever heave a sigh C#m F#m and a wish for me I grieve to leave my native land I grieve to leave my comrades all And my aged loving parents whom I held so dear And the bonny, bonny lass who I do adore I have three brothers and they are at rest Their arms are folded on their chests But a poor, weary sailor the likes of me Must be tossed and forgotten On the deep, blue sea