Tonight, as I live
in this crazy old world,
If only the truth could be known,
I dream of the days and the friendlier ways
Of my British Columbian home.
I lived in a town by the railroad track
Where the trains all bid me to roam
My love she cried when I said goodbye
To my British Columbian home
But there was no fortune or fame so bright
No matter how far I did roam
Compared to the mountains
that called me back
To my British Columbian home.
Now as I sit in this crazy old world
So tired of living alone
I'm dreaming of when I'll be there again
In my British Columbian home.
I'll fix up the house by the railroad track
I'll ask my sweetheart, my own
To stand once more in that little front door
Of my British Columbian home
And if she'll forgive me
and take me back
I'll promise no more I will roam
For there's not a train
that will lure me again
From my British Columbian home
And now it's farewell to
this crazy old world
Farewell to the grief I have known
I'm on the right track, I'm traveling back
To my British Columbian home.
Farewell, farewell to this
crazy old world
Farewell to the grief I have known
I'm on the right track,
I'm on my way back
To my British Columbian home.
I'm on the right track,
I'm on my way back
To my prettiest Colombian home