LYRIC



Standing on the platform, waiting for the “get-on-board”
Time to head back to my northern town
Conductor waiting for the sign to load the Hudson Bay line
Just can’t wait to hear the rattle down
Take me home

All I want is my northern town,
Where the wild wind blows
Feel the cold rush through my bones,
Laugh with friends I know
C’mon call me on board,
Ride me northward, home
C’mon make those wheel roll,
Take my heart back home

I’ll watch the wheat fields rolling by,
Stare out at the prairie sky
Wake up with the whistle whining low
We’ll pass the midway forest stands,
Onto coastal lowlands
When I cross the Nelson River I will know
I’m near home

All I want is my northern town,
Where the wild wind blows
Feel the cold rush through my bones,
Laugh with friends I know
C’mon call me on board,
Ride me northward, home
C’mon make those wheel roll,
Take my heart back home

I’ll feel the wheels below my feet,
Two-step with my heart beat
Pounding out the rhythm of the bow
It’s neighbour playing St. Anne’s Reel,
Keeping time with his boot heals
Friday night dance is the place to go
That’s my home

All I want is my northern town,
Where the wild wind blows
Feel the cold rush through my bones,
Laugh with friends I know
C’mon call me on board,
Ride me northward, home
C’mon make those wheel roll,
Take my heart back home

I’ll feel the summer breeze,
Wrap my sweater close to me
Standing on the grey back rocky shore
I’ll hear the cry of Whiskey Jack,
Walk along the river flats
Smell my grandma’s cookin’ on the stove
I’ll be home

All I want is my northern town,
Where the wild wind blows
Feel the cold rush through my bones,
Laugh with friends I know
C’mon call me on board,
Ride me northward, home
C’mon make those wheel roll,
Take my heart back home

All I want is my northern town

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