Sarnia;
dear Homeland, Gem of the sea. Island
of beauty, my heart longs for thee.
Thy
voice calls me ever, in waking, or sleep,
Till
my soul cries with anguish, my eyes ache to weep.
In
fancy I see thee, again as of yore,
Thy
verdure clad hills and thy wave beaten shore.
Thy
rock sheltered bays, ah; of all thou art best,
I'm
returning to greet thee, dear island of rest.
Chorus
Sarnia
Cherie. Gem of the sea. Home
of my childhood, my heart longs for thee.
Thy
voice calls me ever, forget thee I'll never,
Island
of beauty. SARNIA CHERIE.
I
left thee in anger, I knew not thy worth.
Journeyed
afar, to the ends of the earth.
Was
told of far countries, the heav'n of the bold,
where
the soil gave up diamonds, silver and gold.
The
sun always shone, and "race" took no part,
but
thy cry always reached me, its pain wrenched my heart.
So
I'm coming home, thou of all art the best.
Returning
to greet thee, dear island of rest. Chorus
Sarnia
Cherie. Gem of the sea. Home
of my childhood, my heart longs for thee.
Thy
voice calls me ever, forget thee I'll never,
Island
of beauty. SARNIA CHERIE.
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