Let the river ramble
Along the break of day
By a thousand boyish branches
Out to whisper words we couldn't say
Now I'm changing up my latitude
While contours turn under shoe
The snow soaked banks of Saguenay
I feel it coming back
When I'm rolling out my maps of home
Watchin' rain fall steady
On the pale white lake
And and longing for the days
When it's light before I wake
It's tapping on my window pane
Sharp cold and sweet
The wild world is calling me
Makes it all complete
The snow soaked banks of Saguenay
I feel it coming back
When I'm rolling out my maps of home
(I said home)
(Home)
(But don't ya know it's been)
Three years...
No passage
Three years...
No gold
Three years...
No passage
Three years...
No gold
Three years...
No passage
Three years...
No gold
Three years...
No passage
Three years...
No Gold
Three years...
No passage
Three years...
No passage
(My maps!)