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When you arrived in Canada, you walked the streets |
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Out of work, out of money, prospects bleak |
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Now, the plane comes down from the morning sky |
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And you touch the land where the fire won't die |
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Oh Johnny, you're home, man |
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That's a long road you drove us down |
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It's only a moment since the diesels turned |
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Now, the blade cuts clean through the island soil |
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And the years roll back and the world grows small |
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You stand on the banks, in the wind and the rain |
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And all of your money now, can't hide this pain |
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Oh Johnny, you're home, man |
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That's a long road you drove us down |
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It's only a moment since the diesels turned |
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The heath flame is burning bright |
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Burning every night, it's winter in Ontario |
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The wheels that turned us village kids, still carry |
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Through the heaths or they no longer turn for you |
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So, you hold your mother and you bless the air |
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With the tears of the emigrant, tongue of the Gael |
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And the plane takes off in a clear blue sky |
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Life's a long lost list of last goodbyes |
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Oh Johnny, you're home, man |
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That's a long road you drove us down |
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It's only a moment since the diesels turned |
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Oh Johnny, you're home, man |
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That's a long road you drove us down |
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It's only a moment since the diesels turned |
