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