Farewell to ol' Alberta, you oil soaked dirt Let your mountains tall and rocky be For when I am far away by the brimy ocean tanned Will you ever heave a sigh or a wish for me?
The sun was setting in the west The birds were singing on the last few trees All nature seemed inclined for to rest But still there was no rest for me
I grieve to leave this money makin' land I grieve to leave my comrades all With no parents 'round, whom I held so dear And no bonny, bonny lassie that I love so well
The Jeep packed up and the tail pipe sings My wife she calls, I must obey So farewell, farewell to 'ol Alberta's charm For it's early in the morning, I'll be far, far away
I have two brothers and they never rest One lucky he never need drive here But a poor and simple drafter just like me Must run far away just to view the pure blue sea
Ok, that's about all the shanty tunes you guys can handle. Anyway, I'm off. Yes, I'm finally moving home to Nova Scotia. A few of you know that Ange and Coira are already there, so they'll be my light at the end of the tunnel. Today is my last day of work, and until I'm situated back east, I won't be getting online. Saturday we start driving, and hopefully we'll be there by Friday. So I'll catch you guys on the flipside.
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Caw
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Dear Lord, lest I continue in my complacent ways, help me to remember that someone died for me today. And if there be war, help me to remember to ask and to answer "am I worth dying for?" - Eleanor Roosevelt
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Congrats or. I didn't know you were moving back home. What a beautiful time of year to return.
Best of luck.
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Compassion is the sometimes fatal capacity for feeling what it is like inside somebody else's skin. It is the knowledge that there can never really be any peace and joy for me until there is peace and joy finally for you too. - Frederick Buechner
If society prospers at the expense of the intangibles, how can it be called progress?
Safe journey! As beautiful as I know both places are, I think you're going to the better one. (Maybe that's just an old New Englander with Acadian roots talking.) Yes, it is a lovely time to be coming home to the sea. I wish you all much joy of it.