6 acessos
I have a story to unfold
It happened way up north in days of old
I lost my way and found a heart of gold
Under blue Canadian skies
Her lips were sweeter than the wine
Her hair was fragrant as the northern pine
And suddenly I knew that love was mine
Under blue Canadian skies
She yielded for a moment as I whispered,
"I love you, Alouette..."
She sighed and then replied, " My hand is promised,
So, my dear, we must both forget..."
It was a bitter thing to part
The church bells woke me to an early start
I traveled southward, but I left my heart
Under blue Canadian skies...