Land of the silver birch, home of the beaver,
Where still the mighty moose wanders at will.
Chorus
Blue lake and rocky shore, I will return once more.
Boom de de boom boom, boom de de boom boom.
Boom de de boom boom, boom-m-m-m-m.
Down in the forest, deep in the lowlands,
My heart cries out for thee, hills of the north.
Swift as a silver fish, canoe of birch bark,
Thy mighty waterways carry me forth.
High on a rocky ledge I'll build my wigwam,
Close by the water's edge, silent and still.