Lyrics:
In this troubled world today
We're asked to lend a hand
Which I will, but first with me
Comes my own native land
Gladly will I help this world
Crawls the snake,
drags her soul.
Catch the dreamer,
child of love.
Let your body shake,
in promise land,
in native land,
awaken land.
Angel's
on paved native land
Time disappears from the palms of your hands
Fragments from the decade
Are dancing in the fire
Like marionettes on wires
And if
on paved native lands
Time disappears from the palms of your hands
Fragments from the decade are dancing in the fire
Like marionettes on wires
And if
in defense of our dear native land
Son, be brave but show mercy whenever you can
Our hearts will be with you, 'til you return again"
In my bag
in defense of our dear native land
Son, be brave but show mercy whenever you can
Our hearts will be with you, 'til you return again"
In my bag
of charms,)
Vous etes disparus... (you have vanished...)
Et ma patrie, helas! (And my native land, alas!)
Je ne la verrai plus. (I will see it no more.)
Et
there is my native land
My brother's fears are my fears yellow white or brown
My brother's tears are my tears the whole wide world around.
Let every
sharper
To raise up the memory of his dear native land
At a fair or a wake, I could twist my shillelagh
Or trip through a jig with my brogues bound
O Canada!
Our home and native land!
True patriot love
In all thy sons' command.
With glowing hearts
We see thee rise,
Terrance: "That's right,
my flowery shirt
And rum punch in my hand
And my own exotic lover in my native land
You're my Jamaica
You're where I want to be
You're my island
another no good town
The lights on my native land are glowing
I wonder if they'll know me next time 'round
I wonder if that old oak tree's still standing
there is my native land
My brother's fears are my fears yellow white or brown
My brother's tears are my tears the whole wide world around.
Let every
sharper
To raise up the memory of his dear native land
At a fair or a wake, I could twist my shillelagh
Or trip through a jig with my brogues bound
sharper
To raise up the memory of his dear native land
At a fair or a wake, I could twist my shillelagh
Or trip through a jig with my brogues bound
O Canada
Our home and native land!
True patriot love
In all thy sons command
With glowing hearts, we see thee rise,
Our true north strong and free
hunting for
Sir Roger high and low
They found him at McKenna's Fort
Said they "You are our foe"
Said he, "I'm Roger Casement
I came to my native land
I mean
and up north
Let’s have the kind we used
To call a glorious Fourth
Let’s salute our native land
Roman candles in each hand
While a Yankee Doodle band
Gets
O Canada!
Our home and native land (native land)
True patriot love
in all thy sons command (thy sons command)
With glowing hearts we see thee rise
O Canada!
Our home and native land (native land)
True patriot love
in all thy sons command (thy sons command)
With glowing hearts we see thee rise
They tellin' us make "America Great Again"
I'm like hol' up
When was America great again?
Was it when they took us
From our native land?
Or maybe it
native land
Their lullabies and battlecries and songs of hope and joy
So join us hand in hand
All across this ancient land
Throughout the test
I'm bidding farewell to the land of my youth
And the homes I loved so well
And the mountains grand of my own native land
I am bidding them all
twain the galling chain
And free our native land
I want no gold, my maiden fair
To fly from home with thee
Your shining eyes shall be my prize
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