To God be the glory

Don't Go


From the counties of Ireland and England

Our forefathers came to conquer this land

Seeking freedom from their oppression

To build a new life in this new Newfoundland


One by one, they gathered their courage

Then by the thousands they fled to her shores

Many would die, before they could see her

But those who survived, would even the score


Don't go, don't go, don't try to stop me

Don't go, don't go, and leave me alone

Don't go, don't go, my heart is not here

The land that I love, is calling me home


For four hundred years they came to this island

They settled her harbours and lived off the sea

Piece  by piece, they conquered her treasures

One by one, they fought to be free


I was born a son of this island

My name is found in her history

I have felt her kindness and anger

I must answer, she's calling to me


Don't go, don't go, don't try to stop me

Don't go, don't go, and leave me alone

Don't go, don't go, my heart is not here

The land that I love, is calling me home


My sons and my daughters

Have moved to the mainland

To work in Alberta and northern B.C.

And God only knows

How long they will be there
Living away from my island and me


Like my children before me

I moved to the mainland

Away from my island, away from my sea

But I could not stay, my heart was not there

There's no other place that I'd rather be


Don't go, don't go, don't try to stop me

Don't go, don't go, and leave me alone

Don't go, don't go, my heart is not here

The land that I love, is calling me home

The land that I love, is calling me home

The land that I love, is calling me home


Written by Bruce Moss

To God be the glory