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I have walked 'cross the sand and the Grand Banks of Newfoundland,
[The above line changed after publication by Oscar Brand to:]
I have walked many a mile on the shores of Prince Edward Isle,
Lazed on the ridge of the Miramichi;
Seen the waves tear and roar on the stone coast of Labrador,
Watched them roll back to that great Northern Sea.
From Vancouver Island to the Alberta highlands,
'Cross the prairies, the lakes to Ontario's tower;
From the sound of Mount Royal's chimes, out to the Maritimes,
Something to sing about, this land of ours.
I have welcomed the dawn from the fields of Saskatchewan,
Followed the sun to the Vancouver shore;
Watched it climb shiny new up the stone peaks of Caribou,
Up to the clouds where the wild Rockies soar.
From Vancouver Island to the Alberta highlands,
'Cross the prairies, the lakes to Ontario's tower;
From the sound of Mount Royal's chimes, out to the Maritimes,
Something to sing about, this land of ours.
I have heard the wild wind sing of places I have been,
Bay Bull and Red Deer and the Strait of Belle Isle;
Names like Grand Mere and Silverstone, Moose Jaw and Marrowbone,
Names of the pioneer, named with a smile.
From Vancouver Island to the Alberta highlands,
'Cross the prairies, the lakes to Ontario's tower;
From the sound of Mount Royal's chimes, out to the Maritimes,
Something to sing about, this land of ours.
I have wandered my way to the wild wood of Hudson's Bay,
Treated my toes to Quebec's morning dew;
Where the sweet summer breeze through the leaves of the maple trees,
Tell us the story I'm singing to you.
From Vancouver Island to the Alberta highlands,
'Cross the prairies, the lakes to Ontario's tower;
From the sound of Mount Royal's chimes, out to the Maritimes,
Something to sing about, this land of ours.
Yes, there's something to sing about, tune up a string about,
Call out in chorus or quietly hum;
Of a country that's young with a ballad that's still unsung,
Sharing the promise of great things to come.
From Vancouver Island to the Alberta highlands,
'Cross the prairies, the lakes to Ontario's tower;
From the sound of Mount Royal's chimes, out to the Maritimes,
Something to sing about, this land of ours.
Yes, there's something to sing about, this land of ours!
