That Boxcar in Algoma

The Montreal was tumbling down
 Shadows chased a north fall night
 The cut of frost hangs in the air
 A boxcar glows in kerosene light
 The leaves today were yellow red
 The lake today was endless blue
 The rocks today were weather worn
 There could not be a better view
 Waves of colour dance the night
 A million stars, there was no moon
 Laughter spills from a golden light
 And east bound freight came rumbling through
 The sky today blew westwind clouds
 The sky today was endless blue
 The sky today cannot be bought
 Still, I hope my colour's true
 As oil and turp now fill the room
 And Lismer scrapes his pallet bare
 As A.Y. hums a maudlin tune
 Jock and Harris — they're talking there
 Did you see that craggy pine
 Out on the ledge hung in the air?
 It sent a shiver right down my spine
 Oh, how I wish that Tom was here
 And he would say — boys — that tree is mine
 He'd have that pallet knife out then and there
 Remember how he could paint so fast
 Oh, how I wish that he was here
 The sky today held the mist till noon
 Then, through the fog burnt brilliant light
 We caught that light late afternoon
 And then returned here for the night
 I do not know where I am bound
 I do not know nor do I care
 It is enough to paint this land
 In spirit, light and northern air
 Shadows chased a north fall night
 The cut of frost hangs in the air
 A box car glows in kerosene light
 Oh, how I wish I was with them there
 As the Montreal came tumbling down