Text: Brenn Hill. Endangered. Canadians.

From the cold Alberta plain
You're a drifter passin' through
I know you'll be back again
You disappear into the blue
I think I'm a lot like you

But just a dreamer on the ground
Only wishin' I could fly
How I long to hear the sound
Of your wings upon the sky
Your hello and your goodbye

Ooahh
Ooahh
Ooohhh
Ooahh
Ooahh
Ooaye
I wish that I could fly

Will you reach the desert shore
Or the California coast
Of all the places that you soar
Do you love Canada the most
Or are you just another ghost

Ooahh
Ooahh
Ooohhh
Ooahh
Ooahh
Ooaye
I wish that I could fly

And is there somethin' you are searchin' for
The love you lost along the way
A southern wind down in old Mexico
A golden stubblefield of hay
For your safe return I pray

Ooahh
Ooahh
Ooohhh
Ooahh
Ooahh
Ooaye
See you in the April sky