They'll come from far as Whitehorse and as close as Sydney Mines
They're packing up their suitcases and their boxes tied with twine
They're getting on those airplanes, Dash 8s and DC 9s
Driving to the ferry docks and they're waiting there in line
And they'll be on the Rock this Christmas, where stars shine twice as bright
They'll be on the Rock this Christmas, greeting mummers every night
Yarning 'round the wood stove, eating partridgeberry pie
And I'll be wondering "Why, oh why aren't I?"
'Cause I'll be in the factory, pulling double overtime
No one wants the Christmas shift so I guess that makes it mine
Late tonight I'll light a candle in my lonely room
And think of those who are traveling home, 'cause I know that very soon
That they'll be on the Rock this Christmas, where stars shine twice as bright
Yeah, they'll be on the Rock this Christmas, greeting mummers every night
Yarning 'round the wood stove eating partridgeberry pie
And I'll be wondering "Why, oh why aren't I?"
I've got to get there somehow, this poor soul's just too homesick
My busted car won't take me far, but my thumb will do the trick
I'll call the boss from Port aux Basques, hope he's in the mood to see
'Though I may choose to leave the Rock, it's the Rock that won't leave me
And I'll be on the Rock this Christmas, where stars shine twice as bright
Yeah, I'll be on the Rock this Christmas, greeting mummers every night
Yarning 'round the wood stove, eating partridgeberry pie
And no more wondering "Why, oh why aren't I?"
No, no more wondering "Why, oh why aren't I?"