But time has no beginnings
and hist'ry has no bounds
As to this verdant country
they came from all around
They sailed upon her waterways
and they walked the forests tall
Built the mines the mills
and the factories for the good of us all
And when the young man's fancy
was turnin' in the spring
The railroad men grew restless
for to hear the hammers ring
Their minds were overflowing
with the visions of their day
And many a fortune won and
lost and many a debt to pay
For they looked in the future
and what did they see
They saw an iron road runnin'
from sea to the sea
Bringin' the goods to a young
growin' land
All up through the seaports
and into their hands
Look away said they across
this mighty 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 'er heart let the life
blood 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 'er heart let the life
blood 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 lie sleeping
Beyond the dark oceans 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 old backs 'til
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 buildin'
the bridges
Bendin' our old backs 'til
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
Drivin' '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 livin' and
a toast to the dead
Oh the song of the future has
been sung
All the battles have been
won
O'er 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
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