Cliffs of La Scie

My name is Dan Riley, my story I'll tell
I went to Vancouver, the big trees to fell
To view the tall Rockies and the great western sea
But I left my heart on the cliffs of La Scie

Now I'm working hard in the lumbering woods
The days they are long but the money is good
But when I'm alone, I am longing to be
Home with my friends on the cliffs of La Scie

I think of my Mary who cried when I went
And I'll always treasure those letters she sent
But now she is married to Bill Emberley
In a nice little house near the cliffs of La Scie

Then one day I married a Vancouver girl
And she thinks that I am the best in the world
And we are as happy as happy can be
But I'm far away from the cliffs of La Scie

You may talk of the good life but none can compare
To an evening at home in an old rocking chair
With a smile on your face and a child on each knee
Telling old stories from the cliffs of La Scie

But now I am old and my family is grown
And I live in this damn senior citizens home
Just a tired old man with his fond memories
Never to walk on the cliffs of La Scie

Just a tired old man with his fond memories
Never to walk on the cliffs of La Scie