Wind rustling through the trees. That's my Canadian breeze. Smoke rising from the fire. Up through the trees in stately spire. Red sunset in the evening low.
Moon comes up.
No North Wind blows. My heart knows but one home From which I'll never roam. Land of true happiness. A song was grown in my heart which will never leave. We had a great bunch, eleven boys and three girls ranging in age from 15 to 19.