I came down from Thessalon
Toronto's not my home
I miss the north country so much
no longer will I roam
Driftin' snow around my window
Driftin' snow around my door
Driftin' snow around my brains Lord
Won't be no driftin' anymore
Well I'm sitting here waiting for the winter to
die
Well sometimes I hope I never make it
through
And the things that I believe aren't about to
fight
With the things that I know inside are true
All the friends that I have had
Or misplaced along the way
No amount of energy could ever bring them
back
It weighs down on me like a ton
It never was no fun
But I never meant to do no harm