Canada

They gave me the order

And I knew I was alone

For eleven seasons

What an evil I had known

And ready for the bombing

On the shore

And by the Rhone

But not for unrequited

As I long for Canada

Barely heard a whisper

As I stood upon the train

Of alabaster eyeline

In the faded, winter rain

Soon I’m off and dreamin’

In the wild and in the brush

And kisses on a window

As I long for Canada

And what I do remember

You were young, and you were strong

Heard a thousand voices

Only one, and he was gone

But only in the quiet

Can you hear me say, “My love”

With kisses on a forehead

As I long for Canada

And now I see the shoreline

I had barely known at all

Too young for Vancouver

Old enough for Montreal

And wading through the ocean

With a wild and morning dove

And kisses on a forehead

Unrequited, never gone

Kisses on a forehead

Oh my darlin’...

Canada