You stayed too long in Canada

Yes you stayed to long and now you have forgotten
the passion you once felt in the presence of others
you stayed too long in Canada and have become
as bored as a factory worker after years on the job
the mundane happened slowly creeping all over
the brain and shutting of all the passion centers
now staring at musicians dancers and not feeling
the not feeling the notes rhythm of life has gone

Remember the wind  from the north blowing strong
Remembering the song of all the little birds  songs
The river danced and clouds echoed the night stars
On the bicycle the wind behind made the journey
A pleasure especially down the hills and up again
Days spent wandering the countryside alone in
Nature your best friend where crow and raven called
What is it that is missing in the land so far away
No birds sing here like at home in the old oak trees

Time calls you back again to dance with the fariers
To wake to that cool morning Irish aire to sing again
The songs of ancient peace the songs of glory now
Before you leave the mortal coil to go back go back
To real to home to your own people your own soil
Get away from this land of shopping malls and snacks
This land of dead empty barren boring white folk who
Have forgotten the old ways the old dances the  memory