Land of the Silver Birch

Land of the silver birch, home of the beaver
Where still the mighty moose wanders at will

Blue lake and rocky shore



I will return once more
Boom-diddi-eye-di, boom-diddi-eye-di
Boom-diddi-eye-di, boom

My heart is sick for you, here in the lowlands
I will return to you, hills of the north

Swift as a silver fish, canoe of birch bark
Thy mighty waterways carry me forth


There where the blue lake lies, I'll set my wigwam
Close to the water's edge, silent and still