to find there but the road back home again

True story: I sing my cabin lullabies most every night, heavy on the long-as-crap voyageur canoeing songs and the Hush Sound, with a few show tunes and other bits of this and that thrown in. To commemorate the month we've spent together, they asked if I could teach them a song; I told them sure, and that they should pick one of the songs I'd sung them and let me know which one so that I could brush up on my lyrics.

Their choice? Northwest Passage.

I can hear you laughing from up over here, Canada fandom.