The life of a voyager,
that of a sojourner,
Travels around and round,
but not from town to town.
Travels the lakes and streams,
follows his distant dreams.
Peace on the water ways,
blue skies and no cloudy days.
My heart has but one home,
From which I’ll never roam,
Land of true happiness, Kilowan wilderness.
The cry of the lonely loon,
Coyotes howling at the moon,
Wind rustling through the trees,
That’s a Kilowan breeze.
Smoke rising from the fire,
Up to the moon in stately spires,
All is well in the evening’s glow,
Sun goes down and north wind blows.
My heart has but one home,
From which I’ll never roam,
Land of true happiness, Kilowan wilderness.
