Rivers that sparkle,
and rush along free,
forrests so tall and green,
dressed in their finery,
none are as lucky as we.
Ah, Walk around,
take the time to say,
how lucky I am that I live in this land,
of Canada today.
All kinds of people from far away lands,
landed in True North,
Customs and cultures we're willing to share,
as true Canadians.
Pioneers suffered to settle this land,
the new world was its name,
fairness and freedom they wanted for all,
let's live up to what they claim.
Miles of highway are ours to explore,
an ever changing view,
four different season we know and enjoy,
for the richly, weak or poor.