Canada

I think of a place Canada I dream of a destination Canada I have silver shelter because My horse prize is your tour Tag to your cultural bliss I think of a land Canada My hope is seen cast Into your voice of homely People as dew on plants Your land is confined With dignity of conscience I adore a place I hunger for you Canada Like a groom to his bride After bridal wealth I can count my sleeps Because of your beauty and Your homage to all Is a book for study My constant conscience Farm to thy domain Canada a syllable Of good will