Hello and welcome.
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The cry of the lonely loon, coyotes hollering at the moon,
Wind rustling through the trees, that's the Canadian breeze.
Smoke rising from the fire up to the trees in stately spire
reach for the sky in the evening glow, Sun goes down no north winds blow.
My heart has but one home, from which I'll never roam,
Land of true happiness, Canadian wilderness. -- Voyageurs Song