Wendy's Song

She was born in southern Ontario A daughter of the Land And even though it was mid-january She held a sunflower in each hand Oh her days were filled with Harmony In the hymns her mother played There was reverence in that Farmhouse From foundation heavenly And the fields were lone like galaxies Starry night that crowns And in the brightly history Life is found And the seasons spin, why can't we They cycle 'round year after year So many stories wort of telling And the dreams that brought her here And the fields turn into city streets The skyscrapers, their crown And in this brightly tapestry Home is found She will not be forgotten She will not be forgotten She will not be forgotten There is hope in the Guardian There is hope in the Guardian There is hope in the Guardian She will not be forgotten She will not be forgotten She will not be forgotten There is hope in the Guardian There is hope in the Guardian There is hope in the Guardian She is known by city streets The fields and flowers, her crown And in this brightly legacy She will be found There is a promise in the seedling In every branch and every heart And when it feels like life is ending Maybe its only just the start