LIFE OF A VOYAGEUR

The life of a voyageur
That of a soldiener
Travels around and 'round,
But not from town to town.
Paddles the lakes and streams,
Follows her distant dreams.
Peace on the waterways,
Blue skies no cloudy days.

My heart has but one home,
From which I'll never rome
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 trees in a stateling spire.
Reaches the moon in an evening glow.
Sun goes down, no North winds blow.

My heart has but one home,
From which I'll never rome.
Land of true happiness,
Canadian wilderness.

The Life of a Voyageur,
That of a soldiener.
Tired and warily,
Searching unendingly.
Searching for peace of mind,
While moves the hands of time.
Moving unceasingly holding the secret key.
Keys to her distant dreams,
Dreams that may often seem
Hopeless and gone awrong,
But she'll keep moving on.