Canadian Thanksgiving Lyrics

Way up north where the maple leaves fall

There's a time of year we cherish all

When the harvest is done and the fields turn gold

We gather together, young and old

They say it's like the one down south you see

With the turkey and pie and the cranberries

But it's our own tale, not Plymouth Rock

It's an October day, not a November talk

Oh it's Canadian Thanksgiving, in the autumn air

Not a pilgrim story, but we still say a prayer

For the harvest that fed us, the year that's been

And the folks who sit 'round, through thick and thin

Back in fifteen seventy-eight

Frobisher sailed, and they called it fate

In Newfoundland, where the waves crash high

They gave thanks for safety, under a northern sky

We don't have parades or sales galore

Just a quiet day off, with the ones we adore

Some think it's borrowed, but they don't know

It's as old as the north wind's early blow

Oh it's Canadian Thanksgiving, a simple kind of grace

No pilgrim hats or a Plymouth place

We'll toast the land, and we'll raise a cheer

For the bounty we share, this time of year

The leaves turn red, gold, and brown

We watch the geese fly southbound

It's the harvest end before the snow

Just a time for thanks, as the fires glow

So here's to the gardens and the fields of wheat

To the hands that work, the hearts that beat

We'll take our feast, and we'll make it last

For the season is short, but the memories cast

Oh it's Canadian Thanksgiving, a northern song to sing

With the pumpkins ripe and the bells to ring

We don't need November, we don't need a crowd

Just the autumn's peace, and the hearth so proud