This is where we live…

 While I was writing my final post of the season to our Hockey Mom blog (feel free to read it at www.shotfromthepoint.wordpress.com) , I was listening to a Stompin’ Tom Connors music CD.  I can’t say I’m a huge fan of Stompin’Tom but he does seem to be following me around.  My first born loved to be read/sung to every night from the book called The Hockey Song by Stompin’ Tom Connors.  Now, that tune rings in my ears all the whole hockey season long and it seems to make it into every year-end team hockey slideshow.  Recently, I also discovered a song he wrote, I think especially for me, called Hockey Mom Tribute.

 There is another song on that CD which has struck a chord with me and now I can’t get it out of my head – even with all the stream of Michael Jackson songs played today during his Memorial.  Maybe it’s because he mentions the town where I spent most of my youth.  Maybe because he makes life seem so easy and carefree.  Maybe because he makes Ontario sound like it’s full of such gosh darn nice people.  Mostly it makes me think of lazy hazy days of summer – whenever it gets here.  It’s called North of Old Lake Erie.  I hope Tom won’t mind me sharing the lyrics with you…

Stompin tomNorth of old Lake Erie, south of Moosonee
Ontario, I’ll have you know you’re all the world to me.
From Cornwall to Kenora my heart will always be
North of old Lake Erie, south of Moosonee

North of old Lake Erie, south of Moosonee
Ontario, where trilliums grow beneath the Maple Tree
In the land of lakes and rivers always calling me
North of old Lake Erie, south of Moosonee

North of old Lake Erie, south of Moosonee
The world can go to Mexico, to Rome or Tennessee
But every time I travel the only road I see
North of old Lake Erie, South of Moosonee

North of old Lake Erie, south of Moosonee
Ontario where lovers go in blissful harmony
To a cottage in the valley, nestled in the trees
North of old Lake Erie, South of Moosonee

North of old Lake Erie, south of Moosonee
If you’re a stranger looking for the chance of being free
In every town or village a welcome there will be
North of old Lake Erie, south of Moosonee

North of old Lake Erie, South of Moosonee
Ontario I’ll have you know you’re all the world to me
From Cornwall to Kenora my heart will always be
North of old Lake Erie, South of Moosonee

 …might make me a full-fledged fan yet.

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