Lyrics

[Guitar riff]

(Verse 1) He sits on thrones of glass and steel, Maps the world like it's a deal. Eyes on land he doesn’t know, Where the rivers freeze and strong winds blow.

[Guitar riff] (Verse 2) He whispers sweet the fifty-first, A hunger veiled behind the thirst. But further north, the ground is proud— It doesn’t bow, it won’t be cowed.

(Chorus) Canada stands where eagles don’t fly, Under cold stars and an open sky. No border drawn by greedy hands Can turn the snow into desert sands.

(Verse 3) He speaks in gold, he counts in flags, Wants every piece in plastic bags. But some things can’t be bought or sold— Like silent woods or mountains old.

(Bridge) There’s strength in quiet, calm and deep, Not everything will fall asleep. Some fires burn beneath the frost, Some lines won’t move, whatever the cost.

(Final Chorus) Canada stands, no leash, no chain, Not part of some imperial game. Let the towers rise and tumble far— The North remains just what they are.