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Autumn air it carries me there
Less than an hour to go
Six hundred miles an hour
And still it feels so slow
I’m trying to get back to Burlington
To a square in the center of town
To a spot on a wooden table
Where her feet didn’t reach the ground
And when she kisses me it tasted like
cinnamon
And her skin smells of cider and rose
And when she looked at me we both
got quiet
And my heart beats so hard we were in
so close
Once for such a beautiful while that still
makes me smile

And she called me her ugly American
And I would call her my Canadian
flower
And I don’t think that we’ll ever get
there again
We had such power
And she would call me her ugly American
And I’ll remember my Canadian rose
Especially when the fall comes to
Burlington
We were in so close

I finally made it this town looks
rearranged
I don’t know these people anymore
But in the best ways not much else
has changed
From the way it was before
And at least they still have this
certain table
Where I once carved a particular name
I run my finger through the weathered
carving
And I almost can feel the same
And my mouth it almost tastes just like
cinnamon
As I ponder what my pilgrimage means
And I try to figure out where Vancouver
is from here
And I listen to the leaves
If only for a beautiful while that still
makes me smile

And she called me her ugly American
And I would call her my Canadian
flower
And I don’t think that we’ll ever get
there again
We had such power
And she would call me her ugly American
And I’ll remember my Canadian rose
Especially when the fall comes to
Burlington
We were in so close

And every single hope and dream I
could ever conjure up
Passionately springs in me and all things
are possible
Plausible and perfectly both of ours
forever after and every day
At least it seemed that way
Once for such a beautiful while that still
makes me smile

And she called me her ugly American
And I would call her my Canadian
flower
And I don’t think that we’ll ever get
there again
We had such power
And she would call me her ugly
American
And I’ll remember my Canadian rose
Especially when the fall comes to
Burlington
We were in so close

One Comment on Canadian Rose


  • Jaeret

    This is one of my favorite songs. I listened to this whole CD so many times it wore out. Then I bought another copy.

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