Land of the silver birch, home of the beaver, Where still the mighty moose wanders at will. Chorus Blue lake and rocky shore, I will return once more. Um pum pum tiddly um pum pum My heart is sick for you here in the lowlands, I will return to you hills of the north. Swift as a silver fish, canoe of birch bark Thy mighty waterways carry me forth. There where the blue lake lies, I'll set my wigwam Close to the water's edge, silent and still.