Take it to Toronto
And the season of warmness comes to an end
I send my thoughts into a distant world
As my heart bows and my soul wanders
Truth comes to the land of the cold
Some listen with their ears
And some listen with their eyes
As it holds the key to silence
I open myself in the name of a flower
And the night is still dark
When the drum sounds it wakes up the heart
The precious metal as it resounds
the choice of my livelihood
Within my memories as yesterday and tomorrow
And sometimes I want to be held
And sometimes I want to hold you
As love is an open book
The maple leaves will turn yellow
And lately green as winter is not out of season
The day is so well on Toronto Island
By the actions of the verses
Of Buffy Sainte Marie
Getting started
I seek inspiration on the Don Valley River
Dance with me, pretty baby, dance with me, pretty baby
Under the stars
© Carlos Raul Dufflar
10/13/94
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