In a Newfound Land You Are Free

How heavy you are, my newborn child

So viciously free, so careless and wild

With the eyes of a saint

And the soul of a thief

And a newfoundland

The window's reveal the spinning sea

Which ripples and rolls as it runs underneath

And I smuggle this sense of sheer disbelief

In a newfoundland

Born in the birth of the mild month of may

And your gentle repose, I could never betray

But for now I am burnt by a lifetime too brief

And with this newfoundland

Comes a newfound grief

But in a newfoundland

You are free

You are free

You are free