Bon Désir Words by Malcolm Reid Music by Jim Best © Copyright by Malcolm Reid & Jim Best I was going north Suit ton bon désir I was going north Suit ton bon désir Suit ton bon désir Try to laugh at fear Riding through the forest in the rain. Leans back on his pack He seeks his repose Knows he's going home These are things he knows Pack serves as a cushion He seeks his position Sleeping through a town called Bon Désir. Riding on a train for Weymontachie On a bus for Malioutenam Riding north and passing Fort Vermillion Riding through a town called Bon Désir. Suit ton bon désir Cause we're heading north Suit ton bon désir Cause we're heading north It's good to see the folks Good to speak the language Riding through the forest in the rain Qu'il fait bon de suivre son bon désir.
