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.

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