What Does It Mean?

Canadians

I smile as the wind blows

As the hollow trees moan

In the wind that's ever so cold

and the wolves of old.

They howl as the lights flash against the sky

You take my hand as I cry.

You left me not so long ago...

And yet it still hurts.

And you use to call me your Burt.

But now you are far away in this icey land.

Probably listening to one of your favourite bands

Catching the sound of your catchy tunes.

That is all it takes fore me to miss you.