Our little village we call home
Snugly nestled by the sea
With the harbor sparkling near your door
A lovely sight to see.
With fishing boats along the shore
Where the artist often come
To paint the seans of East Jeddore
The place that I call home.
To see the evening sunset
Is more beautiful than gold
Done by the Master Painter
Is a beauty to behold.
The sky so blue, the trees so green
The birds that flutter by
As the sun sets slowly
On the sea, the fishing boats go by.
As I say goodbye one time again
To the beautiful East Jeddore,
I know that I will soon return
To see her just once more.
IT IS MY HOME
.Rev. Marie Yvonne.
