The Ode to Newfoundland

When sun rays crown thy pine-clad hills And summer spreads her hand, When silvern voices tune thy rills, We love thee, smiling land, We love thee, we love thee, We love thee, smiling land.
When spreads thy cloak of shimmering white At winter's stern command, Through shortened day and starlight night, We love thee, frozen land, We love thee, we love thee, We love thee, frozen land.
When blinding storm gusts fret thy shore, And wild waves lash thy strand; Though spindrift swirl and tempest roar; We love thee, windswept land, We love thee, we love thee, We love thee, windswept land.
As loved our fathers, so we love; Where once they stood we stand; Their prayer we raise to Heaven above, God guard thee, Newfoundland, God guard thee, God guard thee, God guard thee, Newfoundland.
Words by: Cavendish Boyle (1849-1916) Music by: Charles H.H. Parry (1848-1918)