Tommy Makem
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The sun it comes up on the green fields of Newfoundland
On Vancouver Island, he sheds his last ray
The great Arctic Circle reflects back his glory
The wheat-laden plains grow more golden each day
This is my own land so fertile and beautiful
Majestic her mountains, her rivers run free
Privileged the children, who call her their homeland
Canada, my own land for ever you'll be
Proud are the people who travel your highways
The farmer, the teacher, the factory hand
The merchant, the miner, the doctor, the fisherman
Proud to belong to this beautiful land
This is my own land so fertile and beautiful
Majestic her mountains, her rivers run free
Privileged the children, who call her their homeland
Canada, my own land for ever you'll be
Famed is your power and famed is your gentleness
Your bounty is endless from sea to shining sea
Your arms ever open to help those less fortunate
A bright light of freedom to those who would be free
This is my own land so fertile and beautiful
Majestic her mountains, her rivers run free
Privileged the children, who call her their homeland
Canada, my own land for ever you'll be