There’s a song that we sing when we take to the river, paddles that flash in the sun.
There’s a song that we sing when we shoot the wild rabbits, taking our joy in the run.
There’s a song that we sing when we camp on an island, under the blanket of stars.
There’s a song that we sing when we rise with the daybreak, knowing that we’ll travel far.
Singing onward canoe you’re the voyager’s daughter,
Setting our spirits free.
Onward canoe we’re alive like the water,
Flowing on down to the sea, flowing on down to the sea.
There’s a song that we sing when we cross the wide lake, heading for some distant shore.
There’s a song that we sing when we leave our safe harbor, wondering what lies in store.
There’s a song that we sing when we scan the horizons, looking for headlands and bays.
There’s a song that we sing when we battle the whitecaps, riding the crest of our days.
Singing onward canoe you’re the voyager’s daughter,
Setting our spirits free.
Onward canoe we’re alive like the water,
Flowing on down to the sea, flowing on down to the sea.
There’s a song that we sing when we hike a long portage, carrying pack and canoe.
There’s a song that we sing when we shoulder our burdens, as travelers know they must do.
There’s a dream that we dream of a beautiful journey, adventure to find on our way.
There’s a dream that we dream of the journey inside us, rapids we run every day.
Singing onward canoe you’re the voyager’s daughter,
Setting our spirits free.
Onward canoe we’re alive like the water,
Flowing on down to the sea, flowing on down to the sea.
Singing onward canoe you’re the voyager’s daughter
Setting our spirits free
Onward canoe we’re alive like the water,
flowing on down to the sea, flowing on down to the sea