Voyageur, voyageur, won’t you take me away Since the maple sap started to run I could see you were counting the days Now you load your canoe, you won’t be back ‘til fall Will you think of me often, will you come back at all When you came in October, the river had already started to freeze Your broad portaging shoulders were gentle, you were kind to my sisters and me Through the cold nights you hold me, you told me how good things can come in disguise I believed every word that you said, honesty shone in your eyes Sometimes you spoke of the city you came from, you said I would see in the spring Someday when you had enough money you’d take me, to where the cathedral bells ring As the months passed I watched you grow restless, and it dawned upon me that you might Someday float away from our little wigwam and leave me by myself in the night Each day my stomach gets bigger, it is summer in June I’ll tell him his papa was tall and handsome, I’ll tell him he’s coming soon Each fall when the geese start to fly overhead, and the nights begin to get long We’ll wait by the water, and pray that we’ll hear again, the sound of your paddling song Voyageur, voyageur, won’t you take me away Since the maple sap started to run I could see you were counting the days Now you load your canoe, you won’t be back ‘til fall Will you think of me often, will you come back at all

After the wind and the rain Of this hurricane We will rebuild, we will remain After the waves in the sea Have washed away the beach We will find shells, and listen to the stories they tell It was early in September, from the South some nasty weather Brought the city to its knees, ripped the branches off the trees I remember taking shelter, in her bed we held each other The air was hot a sticky, in her old place up on Larch Street The power it went out, we just had ourselves Candles flickering, rattling window panes I think I changed inside, calm in a crazy night Whales beneath the storm, waiting for the morning After the wind and the rain Of this hurricane We will rebuild, we will remain After the waves in the sea Have washed away the beach We will find shells, and listen to the stories they tell

'Voyageur' Voyageur, voyageur, won’t you take me away Since the maple sap started to run I could see you were counting the days Now you load your canoe, you won’t be back ‘til fall Will you think of me often, will you come back at all When you came in October, the river had already started to freeze Your broad portaging shoulders were gentle, you were kind to my sisters and me Through the cold nights you hold me, you told me how good things can come in disguise I believed every word that you said, honesty shone in your eyes Sometimes you spoke of the city you came from, you said I would see in the spring Someday when you had enough money you’d take me, to where the cathedral bells ring As the months passed I watched you grow restless, and it dawned upon me that you might Someday float away from our little wigwam and leave me by myself in the night Each day my stomach gets bigger, it is summer in June I’ll tell him his papa was tall and handsome, I’ll tell him he’s coming soon Each fall when the geese start to fly overhead, and the nights begin to get long We’ll wait by the water, and pray that we’ll hear again, the sound of your paddling song 'After the Wind and the Rain' After the wind and the rain Of this hurricane We will rebuild, we will remain After the waves in the sea Have washed away the beach We will find shells, and listen to the stories they tell It was early in September, from the South some nasty weather Brought the city to its knees, ripped the branches off the trees I remember taking shelter, in her bed we held each other The air was hot a sticky, in her old place up on Larch Street The power it went out, we just had ourselves Candles flickering, rattling window panes I think I changed inside, calm in a crazy night Whales beneath the storm, waiting for the morning After the wind and the rain Of this hurricane We will rebuild, we will remain After the waves in the sea Have washed away the beach We will find shells, and listen to the stories they tell