Entry Island Home|Another day in Ontario, |working' to pay the debts I owe,|Living in a world I've never known;|And when I go to sleep at night, |I hold my pillow tight, while dreaming,|I dream about my Entry Island home.||And there again before my eyes, |a little boat from Paradise,|Will carry me o'er the deep blue foam; |And then I'll be alive again, |my heart will anchor in the harbour,|In the harbour of my Entry island home.||And to those hills and little farms,|blue skies and open arms,|I'll renew my promise not to roam;|Where children laugh with glee, |people of sincerity surround me,|And take me to my Entry Island home.||And when the fishing boats return, |fiddles play, my heart will yearn,|And once again, |my dreams they will have flown;|For I hear the bells on buoys warn, |there's gonna be a storm, and I waken,|Far away from my Entry Island home.||Ending: Far away in Ontario|