glenn miller
under blue canadian skies
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...