Canadian Railroad Trilogy
Ton : FCapo 3English
DThere was a time in Gthis fair land when the Drailroad did not run
When the Dmaj7wild majestic Gmountains stood Aalone against the sun
DLong before the Gwhite man and Dlong before the wheel
When the Dgreen dark Aforest was too Csilent to be DrealAm D Am D
But Dtime has no Gbeginnings and the Dhistory has no bounds
As Dmaj7to this verdant Gcountry they Acame from all around
They Dsailed upon her Gwaterways and they Dwalked the forests tall
Built the Dmines, the mills and the Afactories for the Cgood of us DallAm D Am D
And Dwhen the young man's Gfancy had Dturned into the spring
The Dmaj7railroad men grew Grestless for to Ahear the hammers ring
Their Dminds were Goverflowing with the Dvisions of their day
With Dmany a fortune Awon and lost and Cmany a debt to Dpay
For they Alooked in the future and Emwhat did they see
They saw an Ciron road running from the Dsea to the sea
ABringing the goods to a Emyoung growing land
All Cup from the seaports and Dinto their hands
Look Caway said Dthey Cacross this mighty Dland
From the Ceastern Dshore to the Cwestern Dstrand
ABring in the workers and Embring up the rails
We gotta Clay down the tracks and Dtear up the trails
AOpen her heart let the Emlife blood flow
Gotta Cget on our way 'cause we're Dmoving too slow
ABring in the workers and Embring up the rails
We gotta Clay down the tracks and Dtear up the trails
AOpen her heart let the Emlife blood flow
Gotta Cget on our way 'cause we're Dmoving too slow
CGet on our way 'cause we're Amoving too slow
DBehind the blue Rockies the Gsun is Adeclining
The Dstars they come Gstealing at the Eclose of the AdayA7
DAcross the wide D7prairie our Gloved ones lie Asleeping
DBeyond the dark Goceans in a place Afar Daway
DWe are the navvies who Gwork upon the Arailway
DSwinging our Ghammers in the Ebright blazing AsunA7
DLiving on D7stew and Gdrinking bad Awhiskey
DBending our backs Gtil the long Adays are Ddone
DWe are the navvies who Gwork upon the Arailway
DSwinging our Ghammers in the Ebright blazing AsunA7
DLaying down D7track and Gbuilding the Abridges
DBending our old backs Gtil the Arailroad... is Ddone
So Aover the mountains and Emover the plains
CInto the muskeg and Dinto the rain
AUp the St. Lawrence all the Emway to Gaspé
CSwinging our hammers and Ddrawing our pay
ADrivin' 'em in and Emtying them down
CAway to the bunkhouse and Dinto the town
A Adollar a day and a Emplace for my head
A Cdrink to the living, a Atoast to the dead
Oh the Dsong of the Amfuture has been Dsung
All the Ambattles have been Dwon
On the Ammountain tops we Dstand
All the Amworld at our Dcommand
We have Amopened up her Dsoil
With our Amteardrops... and our Atoil
For there Dwas a time in Gthis fair land when the Drailroad did not run
When the Dmaj7wild majestic Gmountains stood Aalone against the sun
DLong before the Gwhite man and Dlong before the wheel
When the Dgreen dark Aforest was too Csilent to be Dreal
When the Dgreen dark Aforest was too Csilent to be Dreal
And Dmany are the Adead men…
too Csilent... Cmaj7to be DrealAm D Am D