I learned the song on my Nor'wester out of Menogyn in Minneapolis, MN, and we sang it thus:


Life of a voyageur
that of a sojourner
travels around and round
but not from town to town
travels the lakes and streams
follows his distant dreams
peace on the waterways
blue sky, no cloudy days

My heart has but one home
from which I'll never roam
land of true happiness
Canadian wilderness

Call of the lonely loon
coyotes howling at the moon
wind rustling through the trees
that's a Canadian breeze
smoke rising from the fire
up through the trees which in stately spires
reach towards the evening glow
sun goes down, no northwinds blow

My heart has but one home
from which I'll never roam
land of true happiness
Canadian wilderness

Mist rising from the falls
distant hooting of the owls
fire crackling through the night
bird's cry at dawn's first light
fall when leaves come tumbling down
winter's blanket covers ground
zephyrs blowing through the pines
voyageur's heritage, this is mine

My heart has but one home
from which I'll never roam
land of true happiness
Canadian wilderness

Life of a voyageur
that of a sojourner
clear as the mountain stream
key to my distant dream
some day I'll find it there
place where I'll lose all care
owls hoot and loons cry free
there I'll find my liberty

My heart has but one home
from which I'll never roam
land of true happiness
Canadian wilderness!