Found it.......

SONG FOR NEWFOUNDLAND

She's bordered by inlets, tickles and sounds,
By reaches, by coves and by bays;
She soothes your vision as you sail 'round her shores,
With a mixture of greens, browns and greys;
And the houses lie scattered among the rocks in the cove,
Trimmed with orange, green. yellow and blue;
In Twillingate, Fogo, and Little Hearts Ease,
Fortune, Trout River, Fermeuse.

She's a rocky isle in the ocean,
And she's pounded by wind from the sea;
You might think that she's rugged and cold,
But she's home sweet home to me.

Been tortured for centuries, her stories untold,
She's struggled with fortunes unknown;
Laid bare by the glaciers as they scraped her to the bone,
Taking soil to make Grand Bank shoals;
She's been battered for eons by the cold, biting winds,
Chewing rocks to soft beaches of sand;
And carving her face and giving us a place,
That we now call Newfoundland.

She's a rocky isle in the ocean,
And she's pounded by wind from the sea;
You might think that she's rugged and cold,
But she's home sweet home to me.

The ocean surrounds her, it gives and it takes,
Like shepherd, lion and lamb;
The pounding and grinding is a constant reminding,
Of the forces that follow the calm;
From the fury of a blizzard on a cold winter's day,
To the quiet of a warm summer's day;
All hardships forgotten, old debts all repaid,
With a day on the quiet peaceful bay.

She's a rocky isle in the ocean,
And she's pounded by wind from the sea;
You might think that she's rugged and cold,
But she's home sweet home to me.

####....Wayne Chaulk - Buddy Wasisname And The Other Fellers....####

From:http://www.wtv-zone.com/phyrst/audio/nfld/02/song.htm