Canadian Railroad Trilogy

There was a time in this fair land when the railroad did not run

And the wild, majestic mountains stood alone against the sun

Long before the white man and long before the wheel

When the green, dark forest was too silent to be real

But time has no beginnings and history has no bounds

As to this verdant country, they came from all around

They sailed upon her waterways and they walked the forest tall

Built the mines, mills, and the factories for the good of us all

And when the young man's fancy was turnin' to the spring

The railroad men grew restless, for to hear the hammers ring

Their minds were overflowin' with the visions of their day

And many a fortune lost and won, and many a debt to pay

For they looked in the future, and what did they see?

They saw an iron road runnin' from the sea to the sea

Bringin' the goods to a young, growin' land

And up from the seaports and into their hands

"Look away" said they

Across this might land

From the Eastern shore

To the Western strand

Bring in the workers and bring up the rails

We gotta lay down the tracks and tear up the trails

Open her heart, let the lifeblood flow

Gotta get on our way 'cause we're movin' too slow

Bring in the workers and bring up the rails

We're gonna lay down the tracks and tear up the trails

Open her heart, let the lifeblood flow

Gotta get on our way 'cause we're movin' too slow

Get on our way 'cause we're movin' too slow

Behind the blue Rockies, the sun is declinin'

The stars, they come stealin' at the close of the day

Across the wide prairie, our loved ones lay sleeping

Beyond the dark ocean, in a place far away

We are the navvies who work upon the railway

Swingin' our hammers in the bright, blazin' sun

Livin' on stew and drinkin' bad whiskey

Bendin' our backs till the long days are done

We are the navvies who work upon the railway

Swingin' our hammers in the bright, blazin' sun

Layin' down track and building the bridges

Bendin' our backs till the railroad is done

So over the mountains and over the plains

Into the muskeg and into the rain

Up the St. Lawrence, all the way to Gaspe

Swingin' our hammers and drawin' our pay

Laying 'em in and tyin' 'em down

Away to the bunkhouse and into the town

A dollar a day and a place for my head

A drink to the living, a toast to the dead

Oh, the song of the future has been sung

All the battles have been won

On the mountain tops, we stand

All the world at our command

We have opened up the soil

With our teardrops and our toil

For there was a time in this fair land when the railroad did not run

When the wild, majestic mountains stood alone against the sun

Long before the white man and long before the wheel

When the green, dark forest was too silent to be real

When the green, dark forest was too silent to be real

And many are the dead men, too silent to be real