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...