[ Предположительная тональность: G ] G D G C Late spring the leaves have turned green, G Em D And there's sheep on the hill side, there's birds on the wing. G D C G Over my shoulder the last time I'm seeing, D C G The old home all weathered and grey G D G C We talked till three, my father and me, G Em D And the fiddle tunes flowed like the pure Margaree, G D C G "Never forget who you are,son", said he. D C G As I followed my brothers away. CHORUS: Em And I'm heading for Halifax to see what's to spare, D In the way of some work and if there's nothing there, Em It's Toronto, Out west, to God only knows where, C G D But there's bound to be friends from back home. G D G C One thing I know, wherever I go, G Em D My heart's in Cape Breton it will always be so. G D C G Whenever the fiddler he rosens his bow, D C G My first and last thoughts are of home. Cho.