Paroles de 1867

Norse mythology was brought to the new world In a time when Vikings roamed our land Epic stories in verse have drifted through the ages And the relics of time lay forevermore In 1867 a colony had been launched By the deed of surrender the great white north was ours A dominion soon spread from sea to shining sea A land of such majestic beauty shall lay peacefully forevermore This land with mountains so soaring A land with Great Lakes so broad This land with the cruellest of all winters A land I shall call my own I am a patriarch