The Old Atlantic Shore

When the big moon shines in the Maritimes
On the old Atlantic shore
I'll be glad to be back to old Halifax and the girl that I adore
When the big sky's blue, I'll be coming to you
With a love forevermore
Where the high tides roll on the rocky shoals
Of the old Atlantic shore

Where the fishing nets hang, and the bouy bells clang
You marvel at the stevedores' might
And the big empty ships, from the docks they slip
Away in the silence of night
How I reminisce your goodbye kiss, standing in the shanty door
I'm coming back home, never more to roam
From the old Atlantic shore

When the big moon shines in the Maritimes
On the old Atlantic shore
I'll be glad to be back to old Halifax and the girl that I adore
When the big sky's blue, I'll be coming to you
With a love for evermore
Where the high tides roll on the rocky shoals
Of the old Atlantic shore

It's a long ways down to Halifax town
Where the great white seagull flies
But the big blue sea, it's a-callin' to me
"Come back to your big blue eyes"
I can feel sea breezes comin' through the trees
I can hear the ocean's roar
I'll be home tonight, dear, to hold you tight
On the old Atlantic Shore

When the big moon shines in the Maritimes
On the old Atlantic shore
I'll be glad to be back to old Halifax and the girl that I adore
When the big sky's blue, I'll be coming to you
With a love for evermore
Where the high tides roll on the rocky shoals
Of the old Atlantic shore

Where the high tides roll on the rocky shoals
Of the old Atlantic shore