اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Sarnia, dear Homeland, Gem of the sea
Island of beauty, my heart longs for thee
Thy voice calls me ever, in waking, or sleep
Till my soul cries with anguish, my eyes ache to weep
I'm fancy I see thee, again as of yore
Thy verdure clad hills and thy wave beaten shore
Thy rock sheltered bays, ah, of all thou art best
I'm returning to greet thee, dear island of rest
Sarnia Cherie, gem of the sea
Home of my childhood, my heart longs for thee
Thy voice calls me ever, forget thee I'll never
Island of beauty, sarnia Cherie
I left thee in anger, I knew not thy worth
Journeyed afar, to the ends of the earth
Was told of far countries, the heav'n of the bold
Where the soil gave up diamonds, silver and gold
The sun always shone, and race took no part
But thy cry always reached me, its pain wrenched my heart
So I'm coming home, thou of all art the best
Returning to greet thee, dear island of rest
