Canadian Rose
Blues Traveler Lyrics


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Autumn air it carries me there
Less than an hour to go
Six hundred miles an hour
And still it feels so slow
I'm trying to get back to Burlington
To a square in the center of town
To a spot on a wooden table
Where her feet didn't reach the ground
And when she kisses me it tasted like cinnamon
And her skin smells of cider and rose
And when she looked at me we both got quiet
And my heart beats so hard we were in so close
Once for such a beautiful while that still makes me smile

And she called me her ugly American
And I would call her my Canadian flower
And I don't think that we'll ever get there again
We had such power
And she would call me her ugly American
And I'll remember my Canadian rose
Especially when the fall comes to Burlington
We were in so close

And every single hope and dream I could ever conjure up
Passionately springs in me and things are possible
Plausible and perfectly both of ours forever after
And every day, at least it seemed that way
Once for a beautiful while that still makes me smile

I finally made it this town looks rearranged
I don't know these people anymore
But in the best ways not much else has changed
From the way it was before
And at least they still have this certain table
Where I once carved a particular name
I run my finger through the weathered carving
And I almost can feel the same
And my mouth it almost tastes just like cinnamon
As I ponder what my pilgrimage means
And I try to figure out where Vancouver is from here
And I listen to the leaves
If only for a beautiful while that still makes me smile

And she called me her ugly American
And I would call her my Canadian flower
And I don't think that we'll ever get there again
We had such power
And she would call me her ugly American
And I'll remember my Canadian rose
Especially when the fall comes to Burlington
We were in so close

And every single hope and dream I could ever conjure up
Passionately springs in me and all things are possible
Plausible and perfectly both of ours forever after and every day
At least it seemed that way
Once for such a beautiful while that still makes me smile

And she called me her ugly American
And I would call her my Canadian flower
And I don't think that we'll ever get there again
We had such power
And she would call me her ugly American
And I'll remember my Canadian rose




Especially when the fall comes to Burlington
We were in so close

Overall Meaning

The song "Canadian Rose" by Blues Traveler is a nostalgic ballad about a past relationship between the singer and a Canadian woman. In the song, the singer reminisces about their time together, particularly a memory of them sitting together at a wooden table in the center of town, where her feet couldn't reach the ground. He remembers her kisses tasting like cinnamon and her skin smelling like cider and rose. The singer describes feeling close to her, with their hearts beating so hard they were quiet. The relationship was brief, but it left a lasting impression on the singer, and he longs to return to those happy moments.


The lyrics are rich with sensory detail, creating a vivid picture of the memories the singer holds dear. The autumn air and the leaves rustling suggest a time of change and transition, and the slow, methodical pace of the song mirrors the singer's wistful mood. Throughout the song, the singer refers to his partner as his "Canadian rose," a term of endearment that conveys both her beauty and her national identity. The song is a bittersweet ode to a lost love, a celebration of a fleeting moment of happiness that still holds meaning for the singer.


Line by Line Meaning

Autumn air it carries me there
The autumn air takes the singer back to a place where he has fond memories.


Less than an hour to go
The singer is almost to his destination.


Six hundred miles an hour
The singer is traveling quickly on a plane.


And still it feels so slow
Despite the speed, the journey feels like it's taking a long time.


I'm trying to get back to Burlington
The artist's goal is to return to Burlington.


To a square in the center of town
The singer is headed to a spot in the middle of Burlington.


To a spot on a wooden table
The singer has a specific location in mind, which is a wooden table.


Where her feet didn't reach the ground
The artist has memories of being with someone who couldn't touch the ground while sitting at the table.


And when she kisses me it tasted like cinnamon
The person the artist is remembering had a distinct taste when they kissed.


And her skin smells of cider and rose
The person the artist is remembering had a particular scent.


And when she looked at me we both got quiet
The singer and the person he's remembering had moments of intense staring and silence.


And my heart beats so hard we were in so close
The artist had strong feelings for this person.


Once for such a beautiful while that still makes me smile
The singer is reminiscing about a past relationship that made him happy.


If every single hope and dream I could ever conjure up.... Once for a beautiful while that still makes me smile
The singer's memories of this relationship give him hope and make him smile.


I finally made it this town looks rearranged
The singer has arrived in Burlington after a long journey, and things look different than they did before.


I don't know these people anymore
The artist feels disconnected from the people in the town since he's been away for so long.


But in the best ways not much else has changed
Despite the changes, the artist still feels like Burlington is a good place.


And at least they still have this certain table
The specific table that the singer remembers is still there.


Where I once carved a particular name
The singer has engraved his name on the table in the past.


I run my finger through the weathered carving
The artist touches his name on the table, which has faded over time.


And I almost can feel the same
The artist has a moment of feeling like he's back in the past.


And my mouth it almost tastes just like cinnamon
The artist is reminded of the person he's remembering and their particular taste.


As I ponder what my pilgrimage means
The singer thinks about what it means to return to the place where he has so many memories.


And I try to figure out where Vancouver is from here
The artist is thinking about his next destination, Vancouver.


And I listen to the leaves
The singer takes a moment to observe the fall foliage.


And every single hope and dream I could ever conjure up.... Once for such a beautiful while that still makes me smile
The singer's memories of this relationship give him hope and make him smile.


And she called me her ugly American
The person the singer is remembering had a nickname for him because he is from America.


And I would call her my Canadian flower
The artist had a nickname for the person he's remembering because she is from Canada.


And I don't think that we'll ever get there again
The artist doesn't expect to have the same relationship with this person again.


We had such power
The singer and the person he's remembering had a strong relationship.


And she would call me her ugly American
The person the singer is remembering had a nickname for him because he is from America.


And I'll remember my Canadian rose
The artist will never forget the person he's remembering.


Especially when the fall comes to Burlington
The artist associates this person with the fall season and Burlington.


We were in so close
The artist felt very close to this person.




Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Peermusic Publishing
Written by: JOHN C. POPPER

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This song has always reminded me of my wife. Ever since our first date. She even asked me to sing it to her when she was giving birth to our son. Love this song, but more importantly I love every memory associated with it.

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