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Way for the great days yet to come.
Where maple trees grow maple leaves when the Northern sun is high.
We're Canadians and we're born again

And Maple Creek, Saskatchewan
We are the gods of the northern regions
Bend over! For our legions
You are warned
The Taint Cometh, our evil spawn

Hailing from

tastes like gasoline
My bloods like cheap white wine, at a drive in movie theatre
It's raining red ink, and ruining my pants
And the northern lights shine

fade, faster than a northern morning dew

Take a break for my weary head
All the lies now are dropping dead at my feet
Like auburn maple leaves
As they

to the Northern Islands,
Travelled her from the East to the West Coast Trail,
I've talked to the people who speak all kinds,
Walked in the woods and saw this

a dessert, perfect recipe
Pain from ya past, I know you can feel it
Play your cards right and let me deal wit it
Remedies like hitting northern lights

Isn't That What Friends Are For?

Bruce Cockburn

Breakfast in New Orleans Dinner in Timbuktu

1999

Heavy northern autumn sky
Mist-hung forest, dark spruce, bright maple
And the great lake rolling forever to the narrow gray beach

I look west

Home there's maple trees and evergreens, that's my home
Home where waters clean and grass is green, that's my home
Home where momma cried and daddy

with dad at our special location
Deep in the cedar woods full of northern wildlife
Was my all-time favorite activity

Little did I know that this summer

I hear the rebel yell of northern winds
I'm getting close but never fast enough
I feel you pulling at my heartstrings
A million scars on tired wings

a dream I was a (I, dream)
Maple tree leaf that just had (Map, just)
Fallen from her branch onto the (Fall, branch)
Tiny lily pad (Tine, pad)
So lily pad

when all will be done
There will be a day when our word isn't good enough.

2.
They tell me were the northern aid station
Fifty states and a red maple

Dakota loves the snow
It's a trait handed down from her father
Across the fields it blows
Formed from the rains, swept across the Northern Plains

of Labrador,
Watched them roll back to the great northern sea.

From the Vancouver Island to the Alberta Highland,
Cross the prairie, the Lakes to Ontario’s

Rising on the northern shoreline of the last Great Lake
Where that maple leaf rides high upon the flag
The locals learn to toss and turn in