Hear now, Great Mother of my land, Your ghost haunts all that is here, now, Here, that I call home.
Here - now, Laurentia is upon The soul of a northern one Who wishes to know her.
Secrets cast in stone And locked by the hands of time Are the only remnants Of a land lost to the ages.
A stone image of a seafarer Cradled skyward upon a ridge Has spoken of my mountains With an incredible voice Passing ghosts from the rocks To my dreams.
Hear now, Great Mother of my land That you are upon my dreams, You, great Laurentia!