They All Call It Canada

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,
here 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,
the valleys,
are friends 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 one united brotherhood,
and united we will stay!

The people beyond our boarders,
and far across the foam,
they all call it Canada,
but I call it home.

Sing a Song of Canada

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Sing a song of Canada,
let your spirit show,
send your voice across the land,
and let the whole world know,
it's a land of endless beauty,
of people proud and free,
so,
Sing a song of Canada,
our home from sea to sea.

It's a song of crowded seagulls,
and mountains towering high,
gentle hills and rolling praries,
beneath the Northern skies.
Woodlands, lakes and rivers,
so much variety,
mountains, lakes and seagulls,
blended all in harmony.

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Its a song of friendly people,
who built this land, who tried,
many races, creeds and colours,
all working side my side.
Farms and towns and cities,
so much diversity,
Our culture almost blended,
blending all in harmony.

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Sing Along Here!

Walk Around

Rivers that sparkle,
and rush along free,
forrests so tall and green,
dressed in their finery,
Canada fair,
none are as lucky as we.

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Ah, Walk around,
look 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.

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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.

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Miles of highway are ours to explore,
an ever changing view,
four different season we know and enjoy,
for the richly, weak or poor.

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