The life of a voyager, that of a sojourner,
Travels around and round, but not from town to town.
Travels the lakes and streams, follows his/her distant dreams.
Peace on the water ways, blue skies and no cloudy days.
My heart has but one home,
From which I'll never roam,
Land of true happiness, Canadian wilderness
The cry of the lonely loon,
Coyotes howling at the moon,
Wind rustling through the trees,
That's the Canadian breeze.
Smoke rising from the fire,
Up to the moon in stately spires,
Sun goes down in evening's glow,
Moon comes up and north wind blows.
The mist from the roaring falls,
Distant hooting of the owls
Fire crackling through the night
Fall, when the leaves come tumbling down,
Winter's blanket covers the ground
Zephyrs whispering through the pines
Voyageur's heritage, this is mine.