Good-bye, Montréal,
It's so hard to leave you, now I'm gone.
Have to leave you anyway
I may cry, but I'm ok.
It's hard to leave your skies of blue
of white and grey and sunrise hue
your streets of snow, your air's breath-mist,
your trees alight, your anarchists,
"refusons l'austerité,"
et toutes autres luttes pour la dignité.
I'm warmed by your humanite,
Montréal.
