On the ground the trees lay
Clear-cut from the highway
And I mourn for
The colour green
Black smoke from the foundry
Big hole where they found me
I'm a gem stone
On a diamond ring
Wildwood cherry skies
Wild fire in her eyes
Wild time spent hanging fireside
Green fields and the haze
Hot wildwood cherry days
Time is gone and now they seem to fade away
Western skies in mid May
August by the Gaspé
Well I can't believe you're almost 17
Oil rigs on the water
You're your mother's daughter
No fish left in Bonnavista Bay
Wildwood cherry skies
Wild fire in her eyes
Wild time spent hanging fireside
Green fields and the haze
Hot wildwood cherry days
Time is gone and now they seem to fade away
Paintearth Vesta coal mine
Highway through the Alpine
'for the fall turns
Winter rains
Night falls on the water
You'er your mother's daughter
No fish left
In Bonnavista Bay
Wildwood cherry skies
Wild fire in her eyes
Wild time spent hanging fireside
Green fields and the haze
Hot wildwood cherry days
Time is gone and now they seem to fade away
Drivin' from the Yukon
Great Slave lake before dawn
A thousand miles of highway lay ahead
Last road home this weekend
Grown up and your leavin'
Summers gone and I'm alone again
Summers gone and I'm alone again
Summers gone and I'm alone again