Lyrics:

Here hangs an open landscapeA wild and huge frontierFrom a harsh and a barren wastelandThrough the grave to the prom
ised fieldYou came, you trapped, you chartedYou laid the railraods and the schemesAnd you tamed this land by enterpriseAnd
by the power of your dreamsFrom the olden coasts of IrelandFrom the Hebridean shoresWith the forgotten chosen onesRunning f
rom Europe in drovesThere's a town in ManitobaThey say the windows touch the skyBut across the brine the shipyards closeIn
this garden flowers dieStill the homelands divide usLike your blood red brothers of the plainsBut where they grieve a candle
still burnsA prayer from a flicker to a flameBut you made this Clan greatAnd you made this nation bloomAnd you roseWith y
our people through the new worldLike a rocket to the moon