Canada's the land of the chosen frozen
Canada's the land of the frozen few
Canada's the land of the big and wide open
Most of Canada is still unknown

We got our trans-Canada highway
Most Canadians live along that road
It's only a few miles from the American boarder
Most of Canada is still unknown

We got our original people
There's a voice there that will be heard
Won't be long now the seventh fire rising
It's happening here, yeah mostly north of fifty

We got some east coast islands
We got some west coast too
We got three oceans all around us
Artic, Atlantic and the Pacific blue

Words and music by Brodie Lodge
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