I've seen the Thousand Islands

In the beauty of the dawn;

And sailed on LakeOntario,

When shades of night were drawn:

I've wandered in Toronto;

Climbed the "Mount" at Montreal;

Run the great St. Lawrence rapids,

Where the water swirls and fall.

I've slept up in the Chateau,

At Quebec; and known the thrill

Of rambling through the "old town"

And the fort upon the hill.

I've felt the sacred beauty

Of the splendor on the Sag'nay;

The warmth of homespun blankets

That were made at Murray Bay.

But in my soul's a hunger

Once again for Tadoussac;

The endless fascination

Of its quaintness draws me back.

I hear again the mission bell

That calls the folks to prayer,

And as I walk the city streets

My heart is with them there.