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ALBUM: SPIRIT OF CANADA
Alberta
Lyrics
Jasper spreads across the Alberta Rockies,
Where the glaciers guard the mountain stone.
Rivers run beside the forest pathways,
And the elk and bears still freely roam.
Glacial lakes lie still as painted mirrors,
Red Deer & Lethbridge within their view.
And the northern lights dance above the treetops,
Painting green and violet through the blue.
From Edmonton’s lights to Calgary,
There’s a spirit running strong and free.
Oh, Alberta, Wild Rose Country,
Where the Rockies touch the endless blue.
From the rolling hills to the wheat fields waving,
Every road leads my heart back home to you.
Through the badlands carved by time and weather,
Past the lakes where heaven’s colors shine.
Oh, Alberta, strong and beautiful,
You’re a western dream forever mine.
Banff became the first great park of Canada,
Back in eighteen eighty-five.
Lake Louise reflects the snowy mountains,
Where the eagle and the bighorn thrive.
Moraine Lake shines like a blue-green jewel,
Lake Louise where the ancient peaks arise.
And the wildlife wanders through the valleys,
Underneath those wide Alberta skies.
Oh, Alberta, Wild Rose Country,
Where the Rockies touch the endless blue,
From the rolling hills to the wheat fields waving,
Every road leads my heart back home to you.
Through the badlands carved by time and weather,
Past the lakes where heaven’s colors shine,
Oh, Alberta, strong and beautiful,
You’re a western dream forever mine.
Michael J. Fox came out of Edmonton,
Then raced through time upon the silver screen.
Nathan Fillion carried western courage,
From Firefly to every daring scene.
Tommy Chong brought laughter to the highways,
With a comic style the whole world came to know.
And Edmonton still claims those famous dreamers
Who took a northern spark and made it glow.
Elisha Cuthbert rose from Calgary,
To light the screen with talent all her own.
Cory Monteith sang his way through Glee,
And touched the hearts of millions far from home.
Leslie Nielsen filled the world with laughter,
With a comic gift both fearless and refined.
And part of his young story grew in Edmonton,
Where Alberta helped to shape his brilliant mind.
There are stories sleeping in the badlands,
Bones of giants buried in the ground.
Ancient worlds preserved beneath the sandstone,
Where the winds of history still sound.
Five million hearts beneath one banner,
Building dreams beneath the setting sun.
Actors, singers, farmers, towns and cities,
Many voices beating now as one.
Oh, Alberta, Wild Rose Country,
Where the Rockies touch the endless blue.
From the rolling hills to the wheat fields waving,
Every road leads my heart back home to you.
Through the badlands carved by time and weather,
Past the lakes where heaven’s colors shine.
Oh, Alberta, strong and beautiful,
You’re a western dream forever mine.
In the heart of the prairies, our spirits soar,
With Alberta as our home, forevermore.
Saskatchewan
Lyrics
Where the wheat fields roll like oceans,
Underneath a boundless blue,
Canola shines like fields of gold,
When summer comes in view.
Barley, oats and flax are growing,
Lentils, peas and cattle strong,
In Canada’s great breadbasket,
The prairie sings its song.
From every small-town gravel road,
To where the rivers wind,
There’s strength within the prairie soil,
And kindness you will find.
Oh, Saskatchewan, Saskatchewan,
Land of Living Skies,
Where the northern lights are dancing,
And the prairie eagle flies.
From Regina to Saskatoon,
Where dreams are growing strong,
Oh, Saskatchewan, Saskatchewan,
You’re the heartland in our song.
Regina is the capital,
Standing proud beneath the sun,
Saskatoon, the largest city,
Where the river waters run.
Moose Jaw holds a thousand stories,
Humboldt’s courage carries on,
Estevan keeps working proudly,
From the darkness into dawn.
Deep below the rolling prairie,
There is treasure in the ground—
Potash, oil and uranium,
Natural gas is all around.
Workers build a strong tomorrow,
With their courage, hands and pride,
While the farms keep feeding nations,
From the prairie countryside.
Oh, Saskatchewan, Saskatchewan,
Land of Living Skies,
Where the northern lights are dancing,
And the prairie eagle flies.
From Regina to Saskatoon,
Where dreams are growing strong,
Oh, Saskatchewan, Saskatchewan,
You’re the heartland in our song.
Though the south is wide and open,
There are northern forests tall,
Thousands upon thousands of lakes
Reflect the colors of the fall.
Quiet waters meet the pine trees,
Loons are calling through the night,
And the stars above Saskatchewan
Fill the wilderness with light.
From Swift Current came Colter Wall,
With a voice both deep and true,
Singing songs of prairie cowboys,
Underneath the western blue.
Art Linkletter came from Moose Jaw,
Bringing laughter coast to coast,
With House Party and People Are Funny,
He became a famous host.
Near the little town of Floral,
A hockey legend found his way,
Gordie Howe became “Mr. Hockey,”
Still remembered to this day.
Four great Stanley Cup victories,
With the Red Wings standing tall,
He brought Saskatchewan’s strength and spirit
To the greatest game of all.
There is something in the people,
Something steady, brave and true,
Like the grain that bends but will not break
Beneath the prairie blue.
Through the winter winds of January
And the warm July sunshine,
Saskatchewan keeps moving forward,
One strong heart and one strong mind.
Oh, Saskatchewan, Saskatchewan,
Land of Living Skies,
Where the wheat waves in the morning
And the sunset fills your eyes.
From Moose Jaw down to Estevan,
From Humboldt standing strong,
From Regina to Saskatoon,
You’re the heartland in our song.
Golden fields and northern waters,
Prairie hearts forever strong—
Saskatchewan, Saskatchewan,
You’re the heartland in our song.
Manitoba
Lyrics
In the heart of Canada, beneath a boundless sky,
Where the golden prairie meets the clouds rolling by,
Winnipeg is shining where the southern rivers flow,
With a strength born of winter and a warm northern glow.
Oh, Manitoba, where the northern lights appear,
Dancing over fields of wheat when the evening sky is clear.
From your lakes to Winnipeg, from the prairie to the snow,
You’re the heart of Canada, and your spirit always shows.
Lake Winnipeg is rolling like an inland ocean blue,
Lake Manitoba glistens underneath the morning dew,
Lake Winnipegosis stretches where the wild horizons lie,
Three great waters holding mirrors to the everlasting sky.
Through the trails of Whiteshell, where the pine and granite meet,
There’s a peaceful kind of music in the earth beneath your feet.
Every forest, stream, and shoreline has a story it can tell,
Of the wild and rugged beauty Manitoba wears so well.
Oh, Manitoba, where the northern lights appear,
Dancing over fields of wheat when the evening sky is clear.
From your lakes to Winnipeg, from the prairie to the snow,
You’re the heart of Canada, and your spirit always shows.
Fifty-five historic places keep the memories alive,
Lower Fort Garry tells us how the early dreams survived.
Prince of Wales Fort stands in silence by the cold Hudson Bay,
While The Forks still brings the past and present face to face today.
Generations built a province with their courage and their hands,
Through the bitter winds of winter and the promise of the land.
Every town and every homestead, every road and railway line,
Forms a living Manitoba that grows stronger over time.
Burton Cummings found his voice beneath the Winnipeg sky,
With The Guess Who taking music far and wide and flying high.
He taught the world to stand tall with a spirit bold and strong,
And the heart of Manitoba could be heard in every song.
Randy Bachman struck the chords that made the whole world sing,
From The Guess Who to the Overdrive, he made the rafters ring.
He kept taking care of business with a rhythm built to last,
Turning Winnipeg beginnings into rock-and-roll’s great past.
Anna Paquin found the spotlight when her journey had begun,
Winning honors as a child before her brightest years had come.
From The Piano to new stories seen on television screens,
She carried Winnipeg with her as she followed all her dreams.
There are artists, there are dreamers, there are heroes brave and true,
And the wide Manitoba skyline leaves them room to follow through.
From the stage to fields of wheat, from the camera to the song,
Manitoba gives its people roots that help them travel strong.
When the winter wind comes calling,
Manitoba holds its ground.
When the midnight stars are falling,
Northern magic gathers ’round.
In the heart of Canada, where the northern rivers flow,
Underneath the dancing heavens and the softly falling snow,
Through the songs and through the stories, may the whole wide world now know—
There’s a place that feels like home in Manitoba.
Ontario
Lyrics
Where the northern lakes reflect the sky,
And the maple leaves go drifting by,
There’s a province proud and strong,
With a thousand stories in its song.
From the quiet towns to city lights,
Ontario is shining bright,
With open roads and dreams to follow,
There’s a place for every heart in Ontario.
Oh, Ontario, where the rivers flow,
From the city streets to the northern snow,
Where cultures meet and new dreams grow,
There’s a world of wonder in Ontario.
Toronto rises by the lake,
A city where new futures wake,
Canada’s largest, proud and free,
Alive with possibility.
Ottawa stands with history near,
The nation’s voice is strong and clear,
Parliament Hill above the town,
Where Canada’s hopes are written down.
Oh, Ontario, where the rivers flow,
From the city streets to the northern snow,
Where cultures meet and new dreams grow,
There’s a world of wonder in Ontario.
Mississauga’s building dreams,
With busy streets and business scenes,
Beside Toronto, standing tall,
There is room and hope for all.
Brampton blooms in colors bright,
The Flower City filled with light,
Growing faster every year,
With many cultures gathered here.
Hamilton was built by hands of steel,
With working hearts and dreams made real,
But beyond the factories and flame,
Art and music speak its name.
Jim Carrey made the whole world smile,
With Ontario charm and a fearless style.
Drake gave Toronto a rhythm and sound,
And carried its name the whole world around.
Oh, Ontario, where the rivers flow,
From the city streets to the northern snow,
Where cultures meet and new dreams grow,
There’s a world of wonder in Ontario.
From Hamilton steel to the flowers that grow,
From Mississauga to proud Brampton, Ontario,
With a hopeful heart and a spirit bold,
Ontario, your story’s made of gold.
Where the northern stars and city lights glow,
There is always another dream to know.
Through every season, high and low,
Our hearts will always sing—
Ontario.
Quebec
Lyrics
Where the St. Lawrence carries every story to the sea,
There’s a province with a heartbeat beating proud and free.
From the walls of old Quebec City, where the centuries remain,
To the cobblestone beneath the snow and church bells in the rain.
Samuel de Champlain came sailing in 1608,
Raised the Habitation where a nation found its gate.
Capital of New France, beneath a royal fleur-de-lis,
Quebec began a chapter that still lives in history.
Eight million voices, strong and clear,
Keeping their language and traditions near.
The largest province beneath Canada’s sky,
With a French-speaking spirit that will never say goodbye.
Oh, Quebec, belle province, let your colors fly,
From the Laurentian Mountains to the northern lights on high.
Quebec, mon amour, let the whole world see
Your winter-white wonder and your living history.
From Montreal’s music to the old city walls,
Through the forests and the rivers, hear the wild country call.
Oh, Quebec, sing your song in French and English too—
Canada shines a little brighter because of you.
Montreal is dancing underneath the festival lights,
Many cultures come together through the days and through the nights.
The largest city in the province, full of rhythm, art, and sound,
Where the poetry of Leonard Cohen still seems to linger all around.
From the cafés of the Plateau to the harbor’s summer glow,
There’s a thousand celebrations and a thousand ways to know
That the world can share one city, every language, every face,
And diversity can turn a crowded street into a place of grace.
Then the winter winds begin to blow,
And Quebec wears a crown of snow.
Bonhomme welcomes everyone
To the Winter Carnival’s frozen fun.
Oh, Quebec, belle province, let your colors fly,
From the Laurentian Mountains to the northern lights on high.
Quebec, mon amour, let the whole world see
Your winter-white wonder and your living history.
From Montreal’s music to the old city walls,
Through the forests and the rivers, hear the wild country call.
Oh, Quebec, sing your song in French and English too—
Canada shines a little brighter because of you.
High upon Mont Tremblant, where the skiers touch the sky,
You can race across the powder as the mountain winds rush by.
In the summer, lakes are shining and the forest trails unfold,
While the autumn paints the hillsides red and amber, green and gold.
But the story of this province began long before New France,
In the knowledge of First Nations, in the drumbeat and the dance.
Cree and Innu, Mohawk voices, and communities still strong,
Guardians of ancient wisdom that has shaped Quebec so long.
In Charlemagne, a young girl dreamed her voice could cross the sea,
Then Céline Dion showed the world how powerful a song can be.
From a small Quebec beginning to the grandest stages known,
She carried French and English songs and made the world her own.
Pom Klementieff was born beneath Quebec City’s northern sky,
Now she lights the movie screen as Hollywood goes racing by.
And though Ryan Reynolds comes from Canada’s western shore,
His Canadian wit and spirit make the whole nation laugh some more.
Je me souviens—“I remember”—
Every January, every bright September.
The people who came before,
The open window and the ancient door.
From Trois-Rivières to Sherbrooke town,
From Saguenay where the cliffs look down,
From Gatineau to Laval’s lights,
Quebec keeps dreaming through the longest nights.
Vive Québec! Let the fiddles play,
Let the dancers turn the cold away.
Raise a cup and sing along,
Winter hearts can still burn strong.
Vive Québec! Proud and free,
Rooted deeply in memory.
Old-world beauty, future view—
There is nowhere else quite like you.
Quebec City bells beneath the falling snow,
Montreal lights where a million dreamers go.
Mont Tremblant standing faithful, timeless, true—
Je me souviens…
Quebec, we remember you.
New Brunswick
Lyrics
Where the morning sun meets the Atlantic blue,
And the Fundy tides come rolling into view.
There are forest-covered mountains, rivers running free,
And fishing boats returning from the sea.
From Saint John Harbor to the northern pines,
Through quiet farms and deep and ancient mines,
There’s a strength within the people, steady, proud, and true,
In the heart of New Brunswick, where dreams are breaking through.
With every changing season,
With every rising tide,
The spirit of New Brunswick
Keeps calling us with pride.
Oh, New Brunswick, beautiful and strong,
Your rivers and your people keep us moving on.
From the Bay of Fundy to the forests standing tall,
There is room for every dream and hope enough for all.
With your red fields glowing underneath the summer sun,
You remember where you came from while becoming what’s to come.
Oh, New Brunswick, where the land meets the sea,
You’re a place of strength and wonder,
A place where hearts run free.
There are timber mills and miners working underground,
And generations fishing where the silver schools are found.
Potato fields stretch onward underneath the open sky,
While the seabirds circle gently and the clouds go drifting by.
Now the sound of innovation echoes through the towns,
With software dreams and bright ideas where new success is found.
From information services to technology’s new flame,
New Brunswick keeps advancing while remembering its name.
With roots that run so deeply,
And eyes turned toward the dawn.
The old and new together,
Keep the province moving on.
Oh, New Brunswick, beautiful and strong,
Your rivers and your people keep us moving on.
From the Bay of Fundy to the forests standing tall,
There is room for every dream and hope enough for all.
With your red fields glowing underneath the summer sun,
You remember where you came from while becoming what’s to come.
Oh, New Brunswick, where the land meets the sea,
You’re a place of strength and wonder,
A place where hearts run free.
There are movie lights now shining where the coastal breezes blow,
Bringing stories to the screen and helping new careers to grow.
Travelers come from everywhere to walk the Fundy shore,
To see the highest tides on Earth come rushing in once more.
Through Fundy National Park, beneath a star-filled sky,
The waterfalls keep singing as the changing years go by.
Every winding trail reveals a beauty wild and grand,
A masterpiece of nature shaped by water, time, and land.
Richard Bennett rose from here
To lead a nation’s way,
David Adams Richards gave
The written word its place.
Donald Sutherland began
Beneath these eastern skies,
Carrying New Brunswick’s name
Wherever dreams may rise.
From the Mi’kmaq and the Wolastoqiyik,
Whose roots run deep and long,
To Acadian voices keeping
French traditions strong,
Many cultures built this home
With courage, faith, and pride—
And the soul of New Brunswick
Flows like an endless tide.
Oh, New Brunswick, beautiful and strong,
Your rivers and your people keep us moving on.
From the Bay of Fundy to the forests standing tall,
There is room for every dream and hope enough for all.
With your farms and thriving cities reaching boldly toward the sun,
You honor every chapter while the next has just begun.
Oh, New Brunswick, where the land meets the sea,
You’re a province filled with promise,
Pride, and possibility.
Where the Fundy waters rise,
Where the northern forests stand,
There will always be a welcome
In this strong and shining land.
Oh, New Brunswick—
Forever wild and free,
A treasure of the Maritimes,
Where the land embraces the sea.
Prince Edward Island
Lyrics
Out in the Gulf of St. Lawrence,
Where the blue waves meet the sky,
There’s a little island shining
Like a garden drifting by.
Red-soil fields and sandstone cliffs,
Rolling green beneath the sun,
Prince Edward Island, Garden of the Gulf,
You’re a home for everyone.
Charlottetown is waiting
With its history and charm,
While the country roads go winding
Past each quiet family farm.
Through the bays and sheltered harbours,
Past the coves where seabirds fly,
Historic lighthouse lanterns
Keep on shining through the night.
Oh, Prince Edward Island,
Where the ocean meets the land,
With your long and sandy beaches
And your red shores warm and grand.
From the fishing boats at sunrise
To the hills of emerald green,
Prince Edward Island,
You’re the fairest place I’ve seen.
In the little coastal villages,
You can hear the old boats roll,
Bringing lobster to the harbour,
With the salt wind in your soul.
There are mussels, clams and oysters,
Fresh shellfish from the sea,
And a table full of welcome
For your friends and family.
In New London, Lucy Montgomery
Dreamed of stories bright and true,
Then she gave the world young Anne,
With her braids of fiery hue.
Through the fields of Green Gables,
Anne still laughs beneath the trees,
And her spirit lives forever
In the island’s summer breeze.
Oh, Prince Edward Island,
Where the ocean meets the land,
With your long and sandy beaches
And your red shores warm and grand.
From the fishing boats at sunrise
To the hills of emerald green,
Prince Edward Island,
You’re the fairest place I’ve seen.
Adam McQuaid from Cornwall
Raised the Stanley Cup with pride,
With the Boston Bruins beside him
And his island in his stride.
Lennie Gallant sings the stories
Of the Maritime heart and home,
From the shores of little Rustico,
Where the Celtic melodies roam.
You may be the smallest province,
But your heart is deep and wide,
Five thousand six hundred kilometres
Of beauty, hope and pride.
From Charlottetown to every cove,
From every farm to sea,
A hundred eighty thousand voices
Sing in island harmony.
Oh, Prince Edward Island,
PE, our jewel beside the sea,
With your rolling hills and harbours
And your proud community.
From the red cliffs to the lighthouses,
Where the northern waters shine,
Prince Edward Island,
You’ll be in this heart of mine.
Prince Edward Island,
Garden of the Gulf so fair,
Once you feel that island welcome,
You will always leave your heart there.
Nova Scotia
Lyrics
Where the Atlantic meets the morning,
And the fishing boats head out,
There’s a land of rugged beauty
With a heart both strong and proud.
New Scotland is her ancient name,
Where the salt wind calls you home,
From the Nova Scotia peninsula
To Cape Breton’s hills of stone.
Through a thousand coastal islands,
Past the harbours shining blue,
Every road and every rolling wave
Has a story waiting for you.
Oh, Nova Scotia, where the lighthouse meets the sea,
Where the cliffs rise high and the wild winds wander free.
From Halifax Harbour to the Cabot Trail,
Through the Highland forests where the old songs sail.
Oh, Nova Scotia, your beauty carries on,
In the hearts of all your people
And the music of your song.
Halifax stands by the water,
Where the ships and sailors meet,
And the ferries cross to Dartmouth,
City of Lakes across the deep.
Bridges stretching through the sunrise,
Joining neighbours shore to shore,
Two communities together
At the province’s open door.
Sydney shines on Cape Breton,
Built by coal and steel and flame,
With the fishing boats and shipping docks
That helped to make its name.
Now it welcomes every traveller
To the Highlands and the sea,
To the walls of old Louisbourg
And the Trail of history.
Oh, Nova Scotia, where the lighthouse meets the sea,
Where the cliffs rise high and the wild winds wander free.
From Halifax Harbour to the Cabot Trail,
Through the Highland forests where the old songs sail.
Oh, Nova Scotia, your beauty carries on,
In the hearts of all your people
And the music of your song.
Truro is the hub that joins us,
Where the roads and railways run,
And the Shubenacadie River
Races with the Fundy sun.
Ride the mighty tidal waters
As the bore comes rolling through,
There are wonders in the currents
And adventures waiting too.
New Glasgow keeps its spirit
From the mines and shipyard days,
With its proud and Scottish heritage
Still living in its ways.
And in Amherst by the border,
Old railway whistles sound,
Where the factories and workshops
Built a strong and thriving town.
At Peggy’s Cove the lighthouse
Stands against the wind and spray,
Like a faithful coastal guardian
Watching night become the day.
Cape Breton Highlands touch the clouds,
Above the ocean foam,
While the Fortress of Louisbourg
Brings the past alive once more.
Anne Murray sang of “Snowbird,”
With a voice the whole world knew,
From the town of Springhill rising
Like the morning breaking through.
Hank Snow rode on to Nashville,
With his country songs so true,
And Sarah sang an “Angel”
From beneath the Halifax blue.
Oh, Nova Scotia, where the lighthouse meets the sea,
Where the cliffs rise high and the wild winds wander free.
From the Bay of Fundy tides to the Cabot Trail,
Through the Highland forests where the old songs sail.
Oh, Nova Scotia, may your proud traditions live,
In the strength of every harbour
And the welcome that you give.
Oh, Nova Scotia, let the whole world sing along,
For your islands, towns and people
Are the heart inside this song.
New Scotland by the ocean,
Where the northern stars shine bright,
Nova Scotia, we will carry
Your song into the night.
Newfoundland
Lyrics
Where the rugged cliffs meet the restless sea,
And the waves roll in wild and free,
Little fishing villages light the shore,
Like painted dreams beside each door.
From the Gulf of Saint Lawrence to the Atlantic blue,
The wind tells stories ancient and true,
And every harbor, hill, and strand
Carries the soul of Newfoundland.
Oh, Newfoundland, where the brave hearts stand,
With the salt of the ocean and the strength of the land.
From the colorful streets to the northern sky,
Your songs rise up where the seabirds fly.
Through the fog and the fire, through the waves so grand,
There’s no place on Earth like Newfoundland.
With a welcome warm and a spirit strong,
Newfoundland, you’re forever a song.
A thousand years ago, the Vikings came,
Across the cold sea, through wind and rain.
They built their homes on a distant shore,
Where ancient footprints remain evermore.
The first European settlement found
On North America’s rocky ground,
Still whispers beneath the northern light
Of wooden ships and explorers’ might.
Oh, Newfoundland, where the brave hearts stand,
With the salt of the ocean and the strength of the land.
From the colorful streets to the northern sky,
Your songs rise up where the seabirds fly.
Through the fog and the fire, through the waves so grand,
There’s no place on Earth like Newfoundland.
With a welcome warm and a spirit strong,
Newfoundland, you’re forever a song.
In old St. John’s, where the bright homes glow,
Red, green, and yellow in a lively row,
Music and laughter fill the air,
With artists and dreamers everywhere.
Irish stories and English rhyme,
Indigenous wisdom carried through time,
Innu and Inuit voices remain,
Like northern stars through the snow and rain.
There’s a language shaped by the wind and sea,
Full of wit and warm hospitality.
Every saying has a tale to tell,
Every voice has a rhythm known so well.
With a “How’s she goin’?” and a friendly grin,
You’ll soon feel welcome and taken in.
For the words may dance in a different way,
But the heart speaks clearly in every phrase.
Across the Strait of Belle Isle’s foam,
Labrador rises, proud and strong.
Bordering Quebec and the Labrador Sea,
A mainland of strength and majesty.
At Killiniq Island, far to the north,
Two great regions meet and reach forth.
Newfoundland and Labrador, hand in hand,
One mighty province, sea and land.
From northern tundra to St. John’s Bay,
Many call the capital home today.
Yet beyond the city’s shining light,
Small towns glow in the quiet night.
Indigenous and Métis roots run deep,
In the ancient lands their people keep.
Every generation plays a part
In Newfoundland and Labrador’s heart.
Oh, Newfoundland, where the brave hearts stand,
With the salt of the ocean and the strength of the land.
From the colorful streets to the northern sky,
Your songs rise up where the seabirds fly.
Through the fog and the fire, through the waves so grand,
There’s no place on Earth like Newfoundland.
With your history deep and your spirit strong,
Newfoundland, you’re forever a song.
Where the lighthouse shines and the cold winds blow,
Where the oldest northern stories grow,
The ocean sings along the strand,
Forever proud Newfoundland.
Northwest Territories & Nunavut
Lyrics
Where the northern forests whisper,
And the Arctic wild winds blow.
There are mountains touching heaven,
There are rivers carved through snow.
Through a land of endless silence,
Underneath a boundless sky,
Thousands of lakes reflect the stars,
Where the wandering eagles fly.
Great Bear Lake lies shining,
Like a mirror clear and wide,
And the deep Great Slave Lake waters
Hold old mysteries inside.
Yellowknife stands on the shoreline,
Built by courage, hope, and gold,
Where the diamond mines uncovered
Treasures hidden in the cold.
Oh, Canada’s territories,
Where the earth and heavens meet,
Where the northern lights go dancing
With the stars beneath their feet.
From the Mackenzie to the ocean,
From the tundra to the pines,
There is wonder without measure
In that northern land of mine.
The mighty Mackenzie River
Travels northward strong and free,
Through the heart of the wild country
To the cold Arctic Sea.
It has carried dreams and stories,
It has heard the old songs rise,
While the aurora paints its colors
On the canvas of the skies.
Yellowknife beneath the darkness
Sees the heavens come alive,
Green and violet ribbons shimmer,
Twist and tumble, sweep and dive.
With its clear and open skyline
And its crisp and quiet nights,
People journey from around the world
To see those northern lights.
Oh, Canada’s territories,
Where the earth and heavens meet,
Where the northern lights go dancing
With the stars beneath their feet.
From the Mackenzie to the ocean,
From the tundra to the pines,
There is wonder without measure
In that northern land of mine.
Once the Northwest Territories
Reached across a vaster land,
Before new provinces and borders
Drew their lines across the sand.
Manitoba, Saskatchewan,
Alberta, Yukon too,
And in nineteen ninety-nine,
Nunavut was born anew.
Iqaluit on Baffin Island
Faces wind and ice and sea,
Capital of proud Nunavut,
Strong in northern history.
Ancient knowledge, living culture,
Carried forward through the years,
In a land where strength and courage
Rise above the cold and fear.
There is Nahanni’s roaring water,
Virginia Falls in silver spray,
Deep-cut canyons, rugged mountains
Standing watch both night and day.
Wood Buffalo spreads its wilderness
Underneath the northern sun,
And on Banks Island, Aulavik
Keeps the Arctic wild and young.
Oh, Canada’s territories,
Where the earth and heavens meet,
Where the northern lights go dancing
With the stars beneath their feet.
From Great Bear Lake to Iqaluit,
From the tundra to the mines,
There is beauty, strength, and freedom
In those northern lands that shine.
When the northern lights are glowing
And the silent snowfields gleam,
Canada’s mighty territories
Are the homeland of a dream.
Yukon Spirit
Lyrics
Where the northern lights are dancing,
Through a midnight sky of blue,
There’s a wild and open country,
Where the ancient rivers run true.
Whitehorse shines beside the water,
Like a lantern in the snow,
A growing city full of dreamers,
Where the northern people go.
Through the spruce and through the pine trees,
You can hear the old winds say,
This is land of strength and wonder,
Where the wild still leads the way.
Oh, Yukon, wild and free,
Land of gold and memory,
Where the caribou keep moving,
And the eagle rides the breeze.
From Whitehorse to Mount Logan,
Where the highest heavens open,
Oh, Yukon, strong and true,
Canada looks north to you.
Dawson City holds the stories,
Of the Klondike days of gold,
When the hopeful crossed the mountains,
Through the hunger and the cold.
Now its music, art, and history,
Keep the old-time spirit strong,
And the footsteps of the dreamers
Still are echoing in song.
Some found fortune, some found heartache,
Some found more than gold could buy—
A place that makes a person humble,
Underneath its endless sky.
Oh, Yukon, wild and free,
Land of gold and memory,
Where the moose move through the willows,
And the grizzlies roam in peace.
From Dawson to Mount Logan,
Where the highest heavens open,
Oh, Yukon, strong and true,
Canada looks north to you.
Down in Watson Lake, the travelers,
Leave a sign from where they’re from,
In a forest filled with memories
Of the roads that brought them on.
Names of cities, towns, and countries
Stand beneath the northern sky,
Like a thousand little stories
Left for someone passing by.
Long, cold winters wrap the valleys,
Brief, warm summers wake the land,
Clear blue lakes and rushing rivers
Carve their paths through rock and sand.
Hikers climb through Kluane’s beauty,
Fishermen cast where waters flow,
Near the mighty fields of ice
And the peaks crowned white with snow.
Oh, Yukon, wild and free,
Land of strength and history,
Where the rivers run forever
Through a world of majesty.
From Watson Lake to Mount Logan,
Where the highest heavens open,
Oh, Yukon, strong and true,
There is nowhere else like you.
Four hundred seventy-four thousand
Square kilometers of wonder,
Rugged earth and rolling rivers,
Northern silence, northern thunder.
Around forty-eight thousand people
Share this vast and treasured land,
Small in population,
But in spirit, strong and grand.
First Nations keep the stories,
Songs and customs handed down,
Sacred ties to earth and water
Living still in every town.
Through the generations rising,
Ancient wisdom carries on,
Like the light above the mountains
Long before the break of dawn.
Oh, Yukon, wild and free,
Land of hope and ancestry,
Where the old ways still are honored
And the future proudly breathes.
Whitehorse rising, Dawson dreaming,
Watson Lake keeps travelers believing,
Oh, Yukon, strong and true,
Canada looks north to you.
Where the northern lights are dancing
And the wild winds wander on,
Yukon, you will keep your spirit
Long after the gold is gone.
From the icefields to the rivers,
From the mountains to the blue,
Oh, Yukon, wild and beautiful,
Canada looks north to you.