Under Blue Canadian Skies - Glenn Miller & His Orchestra

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…