When you arrived in Canada you walked the streets  Out of work out of money, prospects bleak  Now the plane comes down from the morning sky  And you touch the land where the fire won't die  Johnny, you're home, man  It's a long road  You drove us down  It's only a moment  Since the diesels turned  Now the blade cuts clean through the island soil  The years roll back and the world grows small  You stand on the banks in the wind and the rain  And all of your money now can't hide this pain  So you hold your mother and you bless the air  With the tears of the emigrant, tongue of the Gael  And the plane takes off in a clear blue sky  Life's a long lost list of last goodbyes  The heath flame is burning bright  Burning every night  It's winter in Ontario  The wheels that turned us village kids  Still carry through the heaths  They no longer turn for you