Blackberry falls on Cache Island, in Quebec’s Laurentian Mountains
When you are tired of the city’s din,
And you are sick of the traffic’s boom,
Come out with me, where the life if free
To live where there is room
For a man to sun and stretch himself,
To roam through the forest wide,
To explore alone, through tracks unknown,
To learn where the beavers hide.
We left the city’s noise behind
The monotonous roar that kills,
We left the strife, and the shut-in life,
Set out for the distant hills.
To a little isle on a lake we knew,
To a life both free and gay,
Where the air is clean and the spirits keen,
And there’s peace from day to day.