Dedicated to the 8oo young Canadian soldiers from Newfoundland and elsewhere in Canada who went over the top in the first world war and were murdered by Douglas Haig the BritishGeneral responsible for this heinous act.
Never shall I buy Haig and Haig whiskey again.
I have travelled all the backroads of this country
Form Georgian Bay to Alberta's golden sands
And I've flown above the cold Atlantic waters
And saw Dick Nolans little boats of Newfoundland
In my mind I see the Franklin's Expedition
And it's Northwest passage George Bush's wants to claim
And just to eat farm fresh potatoes of New Brunswick
Is to sing of you your people and your trains
Chorus:
(For you my love my Canada)
Ottawa Oh! hear your native son's a callin
For the Indians dance to keep it wild and free
And a Nova Scotia's mother's heart is longing
who lost her Boys at Vimy Ridge and Normandy
From the factories and poolrooms of our cities
To the trucker that's clocked a million miles
From the Pizza joint to Toronto's Casa Loma
Your a little piece of heaven on this earth
From old Quebec's Laurentian mountains grandeur
To Yellowknife in the land of the Midnight Sun
The Northern Lights romance the moon of splendor
And dance for you my love my Canada
Chorus:
I have travelled all the back roads of this country
from the Yukon to the great Pacific Rim
To the waves of golden wheat fields of Saskatchewan
The C.N.R. Wilf Carter songs and lake Louise
It's the Maple Leaf and B.C.'s Captain Vancouver
Tommy Douglas Stompin' Tom and Shania Twain
And Hal Lone Pines verses of Prince Edward Island
to Lenny Breau best guitar picker you can name
Paul Henry Dallaire
Paul Henry Pub. SOCAN
U.S. Rep: ASCAP
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