My Home in the North by Andrew Lowe

The Ballad of Burwash by Bill Wylie

My Home in the North music/lyrics by  Andrew Lowe vocals/music by Andrew Lowe Andy Lowe is the summer entertainer at Killarney Mountain Lodge. A resident of Sudbury since 1985, Andy's mission is to celebrate Northern Ontario heritage in song. Following the success of his first CD, A Sudbury Songbook, Andy is working on another disc of songs about the North. A demo version My Home In The North, one of the songs on his forthcoming CD, is available for you to download. Andy can be contacted at andielowe@msn.com or you can visit his website: www.andylowe.4t.com  [note: please be advised that the internet service provider hosting Andy Lowe's website has added pop up advertising and browser trackers.]   To hear a clip of the music, click on the song title.  My Home in the North (clip) To download the song to your computer (about 2 mb file - mp3 format): Internet Explorer users right click on the title and choose "Save Target As". Netscape Navigator users right click on the title and choose "Save Link Target As"   My Home in the North (full) The full song is temporarily unavailable. Sorry.

The Ballad of Burwash music/lyrics by Bill Wylie vocals/music by Bill Wylie   Bill Wylie is a Sudbury singer songwriter.  He sings and plays guitar in The White Knuckle Band.   To hear a clip of the music, click on the song title.   The Ballad of Burwash (clip) To download the song to your computer (about 3 mb file - mp3 format): Internet Explorer users right click on the title and choose "Save Target As". Netscape Navigator users right click on the title and choose "Save Link Target As"   The Ballad of Burwash (full) The full song is temporarily unavailable. Sorry.

My Home In The North Find me a space where the river runs free Where beauty abounds, where there's sweet harmony When the birds sing out proudly from every tree Then I'll say goodbye to my home in the North Find me a space where I can watch the children play Contented and safe and out of harms way Where the cares of tomorrow don't matter today Then I'll say goodbye to my home in the North When winter blizzards rage that's the price you have to pay I wouldn't trade ten southern summers for one single northern day Find me a space where the grasses grow tall With the green of the spring and the gold of the fall When no fences can hold me, where new pathways call Then I'll say goodbye to my home in the North Find me a space underneath a starry sky Where northern lights dance, where timber wolves cry When the wind whispers freedom through treetops on high Then I'll say goodbye to my home in the North © 2003 Andrew Lowe

The Ballad of Burwash Before the thought of four lanes long before the thought of two You had to take the train to get there options then were few You had to cross the Pickerel River then go by the French Steam across the Burwash flats and stop beside the fence As kids we never thought of  different cultures, races, creeds Italians married Polish girls or French to Portuguese So it must have been mixed blessings with lots of mouths to feed But every mother could make cabbage rolls,  lasagna and baked beans Chorus Nothing grand or fancy just plain houses in a row But we lived the life and went to work  at Burwash Ontario We only had one church in town for every family's need The Anglicans at nine o'clock at ten the Catholics please   We'd have to take the icons down there's Protestants you see So Jesus rose here twice a week for sixty years it seemed At other prisons there'd be problems when a guy was on the run They'd have to set up roadblocks no nonsense, there'd be guns But it was different here at Burwash we had a special way with thugs We'd give ‘em bout an hour's start  then deputize the bugs Chorus Some things go round full circle and we're at the gates again This pristine piece of wilderness just crossed off with a pen So we've got to stop the front-end loaders dead right in their tracks It's a cryin' shame to knock it down cause it ain't comin' back It's a cryin' shame to knock it down ‘cause it's never comin' back © 2003 Bill Wylie