מילים לשיר Canadian Railroad Trilogy – Gordon Lightfoot

There was a time in this fair land when the railroad did not run
Long before the white man and long before the wheel
When the wild majestic mountains stood alone against the sun
When the green dark forest was too silent to be real
But time has no beginnings and hist'ry has no bounds
As to this verdant country they came from all around They sailed upon her waterways and they walked the forests tall
all
And when the young man's fancy was turnin' to the spring
And they built the mines the mills and the factories for the good of us The railroad men grew restless for to hear the hammers ring
Their minds were overflowing with the visions of their day
And many a fortune lost and won and many a debt to pay For they looked in the future and what did they see
They saw an iron road runnin' from sea to the sea
Bringin' the goods to a young growin' land All up through the seaports and into their hands
Look away said they across this mighty land
>From the eastern shore to the western strand
We gotta lay down the tracks and tear up the trails
Bring in the workers and bring up the rails
Open 'er heart let the life blood flow Gotta get on our way 'cause we're movin' too slow
We're gonna lay down the tracks and tear up the trails
Bring in the workers and bring up the rails
Open 'er heart let the life blood flow
Get on our way 'cause we're movin' too slow
Gotta get on our way 'cause we're movin' too slow Behind the blue Rockies the sun is declinin'
The stars, they come stealin' at the close of the day
Across the wide prairie our loved ones lie sleeping
Beyond the dark oceans in a place far away We are the navvies who work upon the railway
Swingin' our hammers in the bright blazin' sun
Bendin' our old backs 'til the long days are done
Livin' on stew and drinkin' bad whiskey Swingin' our hammers in the bright blazin' sun
We are the navvies who work upon the railway
Bendin' our old backs 'til the railroad is done
Layin' down track and buildin' the bridges So over the mountains and over the plains
Into the muskeg and into the rain
Up the St. Lawrence all the way to Gaspe
Swingin' our hammers and drawin' our pay
Drivin' 'em in and tyin' 'em down
Away to the bunkhouse and into the town
A dollar a day and a place for my head
A drink to the livin' and a toast to the dead All the battles have been won
Oh the song of the future has been sung
O'er the mountain tops we stand
We have opened up the soil
All the world at our command
With our teardrops and our toil For there was a time in this fair land when the railroad did not run
Long before the white man and long before the wheel
When the green dark forest was too silent to be real
When the wild majestic mountains stood alone against the sun
When the green dark forest was too silent to be real
And many are the dead men too silent to be real.