1. 'Round the scenes of my childhood fond memories I claim,
> You may talk of your countries and other land scenes,
> You may talk of the splendour of Italy and Rome,
> But none can compare with my Cape Breton Home.
>
    2. Its lakes and its rivers, its pastures so green,
    The great wooded hillsides I see in my dreams.
    Some sleep in churchyards while others have roamed
    And left far behind them their Cape Breton home.

> Chorus:
    Wherever I wAnder on land or on sea,
> The home of my childhood forever will be,
> God's blessings rest on it; wherever I roam
> I will never forget My Cape Breton Home.

>3. In a small quiet village that nests by the sea,
> There I played with my comrades, light hearted and free,
> Where the hand of your neighbour is ready with a smile,
> [And he's] Dressed in the tartan of Cape Breton Isle.
>   
> (Spoken)
> [We have] Black for the wealth of our coal mines;
> Grey for our Cape Breton Steel;
> Green for our lofty mountains,
    our valleys and our fields.
> Then there's Gold for the golden sunset
    Shining bright o'er the Lakes of Bras D'Or,
> To show us God's hand has lingered
> To bless our Cape Breton shore.