The curse of resettlement caused me to roam
From the land of my birth, the place I call home
No more being contented, no more feeling free
Old Labrador, Home Sweet Home to me

The tall lofty mountains with their snow covered crusts
Where the Caribou roam, where the bald eagles nest
Where the brisk westerly wind blow down to the sea
Old Labrador, Home Sweet Home to me

With its wide rolling plains, its lakes and its streams
I ever so often see in my dreams
Its deep luscious valleys, way down below
Where the spruce grouse take shelter in the woods and the snow
Where the porcupines feed on the bark of the tree
Old Labrador, Home Sweet Home to me

With its vast resources I often behold
Water power, iron ore, timber and gold
With its inlets and fiords and its rough terrain
Such beautiful scenery is not often seen
Where the great ocean swell rolls in from the sea
Old Labrador, Home Sweet Home to me

The long winter nights and the snow drifts so high
The full moon shines so bright in the star studded sky
The northern lights appear and dance in their glee
Old Labrador, Home Sweet Home to me

Its great sheltered bays, its islands and lakes
Where salmon and sea trout are there for to take
Where great schools of cod swim by in the sea
Old Labrador, Home Sweet Home to me