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Side by side and step by step,
Our fathers were marching along;
They were building a road to the future,
With a spade and a smile and a song.
Out of the wildness and out of the sand,
Grew the land that we live in today;
Though the job to be done has barely begun,
There is one thing I'm proud to say.
My country is my cathedral,
The northern sky its dome;
They all call it Canada,
But I call it home.
The mountains, the lakes and valleys,
Are friends that I have known;
They all call it Canada,
But I call it home.
From the Atlantic to the Pacific,
From the pole to the USA;
We're a united brotherhood,
And united we will stay.
The people across the border,
And far across the foam;
They all call it Canada,
But I call it home.
Recorded by Michael T. Wall, Montreal, 1975.
