I have a story to unfold It happened way up north in days of old I lost my way and found a heart of gold Under blue Canadian skies Her lips were sweeter than the wine Her hair was fragrant as the northern pine And suddenly I knew that love was mine Under blue Canadian skies She yielded for a moment as I whispered, "I love you, Alouette..." She sighed and then replied, " My hand is promised, So, my dear, we must both forget..." It was a bitter thing to part The church bells woke me to an early start I traveled southward, but I left my heart Under blue Canadian skies...