Here hangs an open landscapeA wild and huge frontierFrom a harsh
and barren wastelandThrough the grave and to the promised
fieldYou came, you trapped, you chartedYou bed the railroads and
the schemesAnd you tamed this land by enterpriseAnd by the power
of your dreamsFrom the olden coasts of Ireland and the Hebridean
shoresWith the forgotten chosen onesRunning from Europe in
drovesOh there's a town in ManitobaThey say the windows touch the
skyBut across the brine the shipyards closeBut in this garden flowers
dieAnd still the homelands divide usLike your blood red brothers of
the plainsBut where they grieve a candle still burnsI pray from a
flicker to a flameBut you made this Clan greatAnd you made this
nation bloomAnd you roseWith your people through the new
worldLike a rocket to the moon
