To A Homesick Canadian

Back home in Nova Scotia now the eastern bluebird sing And wildering flowers are in full bloom in latter days of Spring And green woods scenting sweetly with the buds and blooms of May And I feel very near to home though I live far away. 'Yes' I feel very close to home at this time of the year I close my eyes I visualize the meadowlark I hear The tanager sings in the woods a female he is wooing And in the land I still call home the doves and pigeons cooing. 'Oh' Canada dear Canada no greater love I've known Your wild and rugged beauty the Land I still call home Your miles and miles of pine woods and your splendid maple trees Where wild birds roost and build their nests and pipe their melodies. Your Winter may be dark and cold but your Summer bright and green And I've been to many countries but no finer Land I've seen Than Canada my Canada with you none can compare Home of the builder beaver and the wild brown grizzly bear. 'Oh' Canada my Canada for you I oft times yearn And I've a wish a fervent wish that to you I will return To you and Nova Scotia and grow to be old man In Country of my boyhood day where life for me began.