Land Of The Maple Tree

Where the Coeur de Bois met the Iroquois
The Mic Mac and the Cree
The trapper and the woodsman came
And left this legacy
To roam the woods to fish and hunt
And always to be free
And to stand up for our culture
In the land of the maple tree
On our snow shoe webs we often tread
Our true north wonderland
So far away from the city life
Where folks don't understand
The beauty and tranquility
That's here on every hand
And you'll find no better place on earth
Than living in this land
By a swift canoe, we paddle through
Those rivers, lakes and streams
Then sit beside our campfires
And stare at the bright moon beams
Our way of life is not as tough
Or as harsh as it may seem
This is the life that most men live
But only in their dreams
In our Mackinaws, we stand in awe
Of the beautiful sights we see
Those woods and lakes and rivers
From Newfoundland to B.C
Where the beaver and the otter swim
And the moose and the deer roam free
This is the land of Manitou
And it's always calling me
Where softer men have never been
We portage with our gear
Where the distant call of a waterfall
Is a welcome sound to hear
Where the salmon hide by the riverside
We'll camp for another day
And tonight we'll dream of that other stream
And the distant Milky Way
Where the Coeur de Bois met the Iroquois
The Blackfoot and the Cree
The trapper and the woodsman came
And left this legacy
To roam the woods to trap and hunt
And always to be free
And to stand up for our culture
In the land of the maple tree
And to stand up for our culture
In the land of the maple tree