Sticks and Stones Lyrics

From across the Ocean

They set sail for the west

To a young and wild country

Where a man could be his best

At the dawn of the new century

Riches poured forth from the ground

Trees grew tall

Full of plenty

Was this North Ontario found

French, Italian, Polish, English working side by side

All gods' races and religions living in this country wide

A man was measured by his muscle

By the sweat upon his brow

By his honesty, integrity

His skill behind the plow

They carved their lives from Sticks and Stones

They set their roots and built their homes

The rock was rich, the forest thick

A man's fortune was his own

In this land of Sticks and Stones

After rising from the ashes and burying the dead

With true determination

they forged straight ahead

There were good times, tears, and bad times

Still they kept their spirits high

For the gold flows like a river

And the trees still touch the sky

They carved our lives from Sticks and Stones

They set their roots and built our homes

The rock was rich, the forest thick

A man's fortune was his own

In this land of Sticks and Stones

Victims of greed and commerce

Many headframes silent stand

And the grandchildren of settlers

Look to new and fertile lands

We the sons and daughters

As these thousand years begin

Have seen our parents' errors

And learned from our parents sins

That the Sticks and Stones are sacred

The Sticks and Stones are rare

The gifts of earth are precious

We must harvest them with care

Our lives are carved in Sticks and Stones

These are our roots and this is our home

The rock is poor and the forest thin

But still we call it home

We'll make it on our own

And they'll bury our bones

In this land of Sticks and Stones