SOMETHING TO SING ABOUT

Call out in chorus or quietly hum, 

Of a land that’s still young, with a ballad that’s still unsung, 

Telling the promise of great things to come.

From the Vancouver Island to the Alberta Highland, 

‘Cross the Prairie, the lakes to Ontario’s towers, 

From the sound of Mount Royal’s chimes, up to the Maritimes, 

Something to sing about, this land of ours!

I have walked ‘cross the sand near the Grand Banks of Newfoundland, 

Gazed on the ridge of the Miramichi, 

Seen the waves tear and roar at the stone coast of Labrador, 

Watched them roll back to that Great Northern Sea.

I have wandered my way to the wild wood of Hudson Bay, 

Treated my toes to Quebec’s morning dew, 

Where the sweet morning breeze touched the leaves of the maple trees, 

Singing this song that I’m sharing with you.

I have welcomed the dawn from the fields of Saskatchewan, 

Followed the sun to the Vancouver shore, 

Watched it climb shiny new up the snow peaks of Caribou,

 Up to the clouds where the wild Rockies soar.