Canadian Wilderness
The life of a voyageur, that of a sojourner,
Travellin' around and 'round, but not from town to town.
Travels the lakes and streams,
Follows his distant dreams,
Peace on the waterway, blue skies or cloudy days.
My heart has but one home, from which I'll never roam,
Land of true happiness, Canadian Wilderness.
The call of the lonely loon, coyotes hollerin' at the moon,
Wind rustlin' through the trees, that's the Canadian breeze.
Smoke risin' from the fire,
Up through the trees whose stately spires
Reach to 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.
The life of a voyageur, that of a sojourner,
Tired and wearily, searching unendingly.
Searching for peace of mind,
While move the hands of time,
Moving unceasingly, holding the secret key.
Key to his distant dreams, dreams that may often seem,
Hopeless and gone all wrong, so he'll keep moving on.
The life of a voyageur, that of a sojourner,
Clear as the northern streams, key to his distant dreams.
One day he'll find it there,
Place where he'll lose all care,
Loons cry and the winds blow free, he'll find his liberty.
End of all weariness, end of all loneliness,
Land of true happiness, Canadian Wilderness.
Optional verse:
Mist from the roaring falls, distant hooting of the owls,
Fire crackling through the night, rising fog at dawn's first light,
Fall when leaves come tumbling down,
Winter's blanket covers the ground,
Zephyrs blowing through the pines, Voyageur's heritage, this is mine.
Christopher Robin's Prayer
Little boy kneels at the foot of his bed,
Droops on his little hads little gold head,
Hush! Hush! Whisper who dares,
Christopher Robin is saying his prayers.
God bless Mommy, I know that's right,
And wasn't it fun in the bath tonight?
The cold's so cold, and the hot's so hot,
God bless Daddy, I quite forgot.
If I open my fingers a little bit more,
I can see Nanny's dressing gown on the door.
It's a beautiful blue, but it hasn't a hood,
God bless Nanny, and make her good.
Mine has a hood, and I lie in bed,
And pull the covers right over my head,
And I close my eyes and I curl up small,
And nobody knows that I'm there at all.
Thank you God for a lovely day,
And what was the other I had to say?
I said God bless Daddy, so what can it be?
Oh, now I remember, it's God bless me.
Little boy kneels at the foot of his bed,
Droops on his little hands little gold head,
Hush! Hush! Whisper who dares,
Christopher Robin is saying his prayers.
Chalk Hills Rep
Take a little bit of spirit,
Take a little bit of grit,
Take a little bit of sunshine
Just to make a hit, da, da, da
Take a little bit of ginger,
Take a little bit of pep,
Put them all together,
You have Chalk Hills rep-u-tation
Mmm of spirit,
Mmm of grit,
Mmm of sunshine
Just to make a hit, da, da, da
Mmm of ginger,
Mmm of pep,
Put them all together,
You have Chalk Hills rep!
Cowboy Joe
Way out west where the bad men are,
and the only thing to guide you is the evening star
It's the roughest, toughest man by far,
he's the Ragtime Cowboy Joe
He always sings, ragtime music to his cattle
as he swings, back n forth on a saddle
Of a horse, pretty good horse, a syncopated gaiter.
and there's such a funny meter to the roar of his repeater,
how they run (how they run) when they head the fellas comin',
'cause the western folks all know (what do they know)
He's a high faultin, rootin-tootin son of a gun from Arizona,
Rag Time Cowboy, talk about your cowboy, Rag Time Cowboy Joe.
Chocolate Chip Cookies
They're made out of sugar and butter and flour
You bake 'em in the oven about a quarter hour,
But the thing that gives them their magic power
Is the chocolate chips inside.
Chorus:
Chocolate chip cookies, you gotta have more
You can bake 'em in the oven, or buy 'em at the store
But whatever you do, have 'em ready at my door
And I'll love ya till I die.
You can't eat one, you can't eat two
Once you start chewing, there's nothing to do
But clean your plate, and eat the crumbs too
Then go and find some more. Chorus
Now when I die, I don't want wings
A golden halo or a harp with strings,
Give me a book, a fire, and someone to bring me
Chocolate chip cookies all day. Chorus
