Lyrics

The kings of canola
The queens of Canora
And the ghosts of Kanata may all end up at sea
The shadows move easy
And the mornings come early
As the rains coming down over Sault Ste Marie

Blow western breezes
Move us along
Blow western breezes
Come on

The salt on the causeway
The strangers of mercy
The gaze of Mt. Cartier all making our beds
Eat up and break down
Late into town
Sleep on the ground with the wind in our heads

Though the faces will change
The impression remains
You can stay home and still shoot for the stars
Cause wherever you go there you are
Wherever you go there you are

Blow western breezes
Move us along
Blow western breezes
Come on