Winnipeg

In the heart of the continent
An ancient rhythm flows through the land Carved the trails that led me here
All the songs that called us out
Old traditions and word of mouth
Heard it calling from the East to the West Took my roots on the old highway Travelled for about two or three days Wrote a song with a new sound
Look at me now, I’m Winnipeg bound!
It’s the socials at the hall Watching Bombers playing ball It’s the Sunday night cruise Down Portage Avenue
It’s the Northern Lights
It’s the snowplows at night
It’s your parka and your toque It’s the way you wear your boots
And it’s the sun! It’s the sun!
It’s the rivers of life
From the north end of town It’s the gathering place
This is Treaty One ground
It’s remembering Riel
It’s that tasty Crown Royal It’s the Gateway to the West It’s Metis, English and French
And it’s the sun!
Le soleil qui brille à l’horizon
Qui nous prend par la main quand l’hiver est long It’s the sun!
Le soleil et toute sa lumière
Tous les mois de l’année dans un ciel ouvert
Une terre qui nourrit
On voit les traces de nos ancêtres dans la prairie
It’s Mr. Young and The Guess Who It’s mosquitoes and canoes
It’s the harvest in the field
It’s another record year
It’s the Jets winning goal
It’s always -35 below
It’s the music and the vibe Where our spirits come alive
It’s the sun!
It’s the sun on the prairie lifting up my soul
I was lost on the land but now I know
It’s the sun!
Le soleil qui brille à l’horizon
Qui nous prend par la main quand l’hiver est long It’s the sun!
It’s the sun on the prairie lifting up my soul
I was lost on the land but now I know
It’s the sun!
Le soleil et toute sa lumière
Tous les mois de l’année dans un ciel ouvert
In the heart of the continent
An ancient rhythm flows through the land Carved the trails that led me here
All the songs that called us out
Old traditions and word of mouth
Heard it calling from the East to the West