Here hangs an open landscape
A wild and huge frontier
From a harsh and a barren wasteland
Through the grave to the promised fieldYou came, you trapped, you charted
You laid the railroads and the schemes
And you tamed this land by enterprise
And by the power of your dreamsBut you made this Clan great
And you made this nation bloom
And you rose
With your people through the new world
Like a rocket to the moonFrom the olden coasts of Ireland
From the Hebridean shores
With the forgotten chosen ones
Running from Europe in drovesBut you made this Clan great
And you made this nation bloom
And you rose
With your people through the new world
Like a rocket to the moonThere's a town in Manitoba
They say the windows touch the sky
But across the brine the shipyards close
In this garden flowers dieStill the homelands divide us
Like your blood red brothers of the plains
But where they grieve a candle still burns
A prayer from a flicker to a flameBut you made this Clan great
And you made this nation bloom
And you rose
With your people through the new world
Like a rocket to the moon
Songwriters
C. MACDONALD, R. MACDONALDPublished by
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