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When first i did appear upon this native soil |
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All up and down this country at labor i did toil |
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I slumbered in the moonlight and i rose with the sun |
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I rambled through the canyons where the cold rivers run |
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When first i did come down where the land meets the sea |
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The people said who are you and what would your name be |
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I said i have no home and i am no man's son |
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'twas inland i was born and from inland that i come |
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In the good land i was young and i was strong |
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No one dared to call me son |
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Happy just to see my day's work done |
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See my day's work done |
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So i swung an axe as a timberjack |
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And i worked the quebec mines |
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And on the golden prairie i rode the big combines |
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I sailed the maritime waters of many a seaport town |
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Built the highways and the byways to the western salmon grounds |
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I've gazed upon the good times i've seen the bad times too |
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Felt many a cold and bitter wind and many a mornin' dew |
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I've watched the country growin' like a fair and mighty thing |
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And on the still of a summer night i've heard the mountains ring |
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In the good land i was young and i was strong |
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No one dared to call me son |
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Happy just to see my day's work done |
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See my day's work done |
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But now the seeds are planted and the gates are open wide |
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The old ways are forgotten there's no place left to hide |
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And the legacy i'm leavin' you is not very hard to find |
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You'll see it all around you at this crossroads of time |
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In the sweet soil it's a-growin' at the crossroads of time |
