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  • When you arrived in Canada, you walked the streets
    Out of work, out of money, prospects bleak
    Now, the plane comes down from the morning sky
    And you touch the land where the fire won't die
    Oh Johnny, you're home, man
    That's a long road you drove us down
    It's only a moment since the diesels turned
    Now, the blade cuts clean through the island soil
    And the years roll back and the world grows small
    You stand on the banks, in the wind and the rain
    And all of your money now, can't hide this pain
    Oh Johnny, you're home, man
    That's a long road you drove us down
    It's only a moment since the diesels turned
    The heath flame is burning bright
    Burning every night, it's winter in Ontario
    The wheels that turned us village kids, still carry
    Through the heaths or they no longer turn for you
    So, you hold your mother and you bless the air
    With the tears of the emigrant, tongue of the Gael
    And the plane takes off in a clear blue sky
    Life's a long lost list of last goodbyes
    Oh Johnny, you're home, man
    That's a long road you drove us down
    It's only a moment since the diesels turned
    Oh Johnny, you're home, man
    That's a long road you drove us down
    It's only a moment since the diesels turned
  • When you arrived in Canada, you walked the streets
    Out of work, out of money, prospects bleak
    Now, the plane comes down from the morning sky
    And you touch the land where the fire won't die
    Oh Johnny, you're home, man
    That's a long road you drove us down
    It's only a moment since the diesels turned
    Now, the blade cuts clean through the island soil
    And the years roll back and the world grows small
    You stand on the banks, in the wind and the rain
    And all of your money now, can't hide this pain
    Oh Johnny, you're home, man
    That's a long road you drove us down
    It's only a moment since the diesels turned
    The heath flame is burning bright
    Burning every night, it's winter in Ontario
    The wheels that turned us village kids, still carry
    Through the heaths or they no longer turn for you
    So, you hold your mother and you bless the air
    With the tears of the emigrant, tongue of the Gael
    And the plane takes off in a clear blue sky
    Life's a long lost list of last goodbyes
    Oh Johnny, you're home, man
    That's a long road you drove us down
    It's only a moment since the diesels turned
    Oh Johnny, you're home, man
    That's a long road you drove us down
    It's only a moment since the diesels turned