"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 distant dreams,
peace on the waterways,
blue skys and cloudy days.

my heart has but one home,
from which ill never roam
land of true happiness,
canadian wilderness.

the call of the lonely loon
coyotes howling at the moon.
wind rustling through the trees,
thats a canadian breeze
smoke rising from the fire
up through the trees, in stately spire.
all is well in the evening glow.
sun goes down the north winds blow.

my heart has but one home,
from which ill never roam
land of true happiness,
canadian wilderness."