The drum beginsa heartbeat born
From cedar skin and wisdom worn
It echoes through the smoky ring
A voice more ancient than the spring
The dancers feet invoke the flame
Each step a vow each turn a name
The circle widens then returns
To truths the forest still discerns
No word is lost in song or tale
For heritage will always sail
Across the river through the pine
The past and present intertwine
O Canada your soul was sung
By elders wise and forests young
And when we listen with full grace
We find our roots in every place
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