Lyrics – Nathan Flight
Guitar and Vocals – Shane Flight

Come now, hear the tale of a land that inspires, G C
Neath tempered blue skies, near tamarack fires. F C
Of a frozen rock-land bequeathed unto Cain G C
Turn our thoughts to the Metchin, life’s insights to gain. F C C

Where men’s bonds are forged upon anvils of ore,
And natural riches your soul doth restore,
See the grand mighty Churchill, her hordes lie in wait
Neath a ceiling of snow, her truths to sedate.

Partake of her beauty, Exhale all life’s duty, and G C
Drink of the cup that is our Labrador. G D
Steadfast and able, we men ‘round this table G C
Do humbly bow to her hills… and her lore. G D G

Tread lightly my friend for this land forgives few,
And woe to the fool who expects to subdue,
These scantily clad barrens, so vast and forlorn
More cunning than you since the day they were born

From hence comes the pride of the George River – fair,
A legion of nomads her valleys to share.
As the cycle of life plays out as ordained
Her antler-tipped banners are leading the fray…


Partake of her beauty, Exhale all life’s duty, and
Drink of the cup that is our Labrador
Steadfast and able, we men ‘round this table
Do humbly bow to her hills… and her lore.

To those who accept it, Godspeed in your chase
Do reverence your privilege, this country, this space.
Give thanks to your maker for blessings so rare
And raise Him a toast… black tea to cold air

Partake of her beauty, Exhale all life’s duty, and
Drink of the cup that is our Labrador
Steadfast and able, we men ‘round this table X 2
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