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Heading for Halifax
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.
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