Crossroads

When first I did appear

Upon this native soil

All up and down this country

At labor I did toil

I slumbered in the moonlight

And I rose with the sun

I rambled through the canyons

Where the cold rivers run

When first I did come down

Where the land meets the sea

The people said who are you

And what would your name be

I said I have no home and I am no man's son

'Twas inland I was born

And from inland that I come

In the good land I was young and I was strong

No one dared to call me son

Happy just to see my day's work done

See my day's work done

So I swung an axe as a lumberjack

And I worked the Quebec mines

And on the golden prairie

I rode the big combines

I sailed the maritime waters

Of many a seaport town

Built the highways and the byways

To the western salmon grounds

I've gazed upon the good times

I've seen the bad times too

Felt many a cold and bitter wind

And many a mornin' dew

I've watched the country growin'

Like a fair and mighty thing

And on the still of a summer night

I've heard the mountains ring

In the good land I was young

And I was strong

No one dared to call me son

Happy just to see my day's work done

See my day's work done

But now the seeds are planted

And the gates are open wide

The old ways are forgotten

There's no place left to hide

And the legacy I'm leavin'

You is not very hard to find

You'll see it all around

You at this crossroads of time

In the sweet soil it's a growin'

At the crossroads of time