They gave me the order
And I knew I was alone
For eleven seasons
What an evil I had known
And ready for the bombing
On the shore
And by the Rhone
But not for unrequited
As I long for Canada
Barely heard a whisper
As I stood upon the train
Of alabaster eyeline
In the faded, winter rain
Soon I’m off and dreamin’
In the wild and in the brush
And kisses on a window
As I long for Canada
And what I do remember
You were young, and you were strong
Heard a thousand voices
Only one, and he was gone
But only in the quiet
Can you hear me say, “My love”
With kisses on a forehead
As I long for Canada
And now I see the shoreline
I had barely known at all
Too young for Vancouver
Old enough for Montreal
And wading through the ocean
With a wild and morning dove
And kisses on a forehead
Unrequited, never gone
Kisses on a forehead
Oh my darlin’...
Canada
About the Creator
Sawyer Phillips
Singer-songwriter recovering from an injury. *Now pursuing a career in creative writing* Black coffee and late night flights. ☕️✈️✨



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