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Canada



Hard, the land we call our home.
Push to keep the dark from coming,
Feel the weight of what we owe.
This, the song of sons and daughters,
hide, the heart of who we are.
Making peace to build a future,
Strong, united, working 'till we fall.
Cold, the air and water flowing,
Hard, the land we call our home.
Push to keep the dark from coming,
Feel the weight of what we owe.
This, the song of sons and daughters,
hide, the heart of who we are.
Making peace to build a future,
Strong, united, working 'till we fall.
And we all lift, and we're all adrift together,
together.
Through the cold mist, 'till we're lifeless together,
together.