Land of the silver birch
Home of the beaver
Land where the mighty moose
Wanders at will
*Blue lake and rocky shore
I will return once more
Boom didli ah di
Boom didli ah di
Boom didli ah di boom**
My heart is sick for you
Here in the low land
I will return to you
Hills of the north
*Chorus*
Swift as a silver fish
Canoe of birch bark
The mighty waterways
Carry me forth
*Chorus*
There where the blue lake lies
I'll set my wigwam
Close to the water's edge
Silent and still
*Chorus*
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