Came from California, started out to roam Didn’t want to go to Vietnam Stole across the border, looking for a home Now I know just who and where I am
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It’s summertime on Vancouver Island Ain’t no other place I’d rather be Summertime on the Strait of Georgia Where the snowcapped mountains meet the sea
First place that I landed was Vancouver town Stopped there for a while just to bide my time Met a girl I fancied, swore I’d settle down Promised her the world if she’d be mine
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Raised up four strong children, working at a trade Never dreamed I’d be a carpenter My fair lady told me, “We’ve got mouths to feed Kids can’t live on poetry and verse”
Tides kept on a-turning, empires rose and fell Now our kids have children of their own Crossed over the water, seems to suit us well Grandkids come to see our island home
Tags: music, song, folk, singer-songwriter, ballad, autobiography, nature, mountains, history, geography, Canada, British Columbia, Vancouver Island, Strait of Georgia
Vocals: Peter Brunette Backup vocals: Corwin Fox Fiddle: Trent Freeman Guitar, banjo: Corwin Fox