Oh, I [E]hear the fifes a-playin' high a[A]bove the misty headlands,
A-hum [E]the drums are drummin' down the [F#m]long
and briny [B]shore;
My heart [E]knows what they're sayin' - get in [A]step and follow me, boy.
It's a [E]song that they've
been singin' for a [B]thousand years or more.
Oh, the [E]rollin' of the sea is [A]beckonin' to me,
Sayin', [E]come, my son, I'll show you things you've [F#m]never
seen be[B]fore;
Come [E]set your spirit free on the [A]winds of history,
[E]Hoist your sails and chart your course and
go out and [B]explore.
Oh, the [E]rollin' of the sea is [A]beckonin' to me:
[E]Come home to Newfoundland and Labra[B]dor-[E]or.
Well, I've [A]always been the [E]rover, I [F#m]never settled [A]down,
[A]Searched the whole world [E]over for
[F#m]things I never [B]found;
Now I [A]hear the ocean [E]callin' with a [F#m]voice so loud and [A]strong:
[E]Come on
back to [A]Newfoundland - that's where [B]you be[E]long.
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Oh, the [D]rollin' of the sea is [G]beckonin' to me,
Sayin', [D]come, my son, I'll show you things
you've [Em]never seen be[A]fore;
Come [D]set your spirit free on the [G]winds of history,
[D]Hoist your sails and chart
your course and go out and [A]explore.
Oh, the [D]rollin' of the sea is [G]beckonin' to me:
Come [D]home to Newfoundland
and Labra[A]dor-[D]or.
The rollin' of the sea is beckonin' to me,
Sayin', come, my son, I'll show you things you've never seen before;
Come
set your spirit free on the winds of history,
Hoist your sails and chart your course and go out and explore.
Oh, the
rollin' of the sea is beckonin' to me:
Come home to Newfoundland and Labrador-or.
[FADING:] The rollin' of the sea is
beckonin' to me,
Sayin', come, my son, I'll show you things you've never seen before;
Come set your spirit free on the
winds of history,
Hoist your sails and chart your course and go out and explore.
Oh, the rollin' of the sea is beckonin'
to me:
Come home to Newfoundland and Labrador-or.
