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