In the land where the auroras dance,
And the wilderness holds its stance,
A story old as time began,
We sing of Labrador, the Big Land.
With wild blueberries and black spruce,
Lies the land of ice and moose,
Labrador, so vast and grand,
The Big Land, the heart of this frigid strand.
From ancient times, the indigenous roamed,
In forests deep, they called it home,
With caribou and rivers wide,
Their spirit strong, they thrived with pride.
The Big Land, where the rivers flow,
Through valleys deep and mountains low,
From the tundra cold to the forest's stand,
Labrador, the mighty land.
The Vikings came on the ocean's breeze,
Exploring lands across the seas,
But it was the Basque and French who stayed,
To fish the waters, where fortunes laid.
Then fur traders and explorers bold,
In search of wealth, the land they told,
Of Labrador's vast, untamed expanse,
A wilderness where dreams took a chance.
The Big Land, where the rivers flow,
Through valleys deep and mountains low,
From the tundra cold to the forest's stand,
Labrador, the mighty land.
In the early days of colonization,
Labrador's story shaped a nation,
With Moravians and Hudson's Bay,
In missions and posts, they paved the way.
The land of ore and iron rich,
From mines to rails, a new day pitched,
Hydro power from Churchill's might,
Labrador's future, shining bright.
The Big Land, where the rivers flow,
Through valleys deep and mountains low,
From the tundra cold to the forest's stand,
Labrador, the mighty land.
Through the years of growth and change,
Labrador's spirit stayed untamed,
From Labrador City to Happy Valley,
Communities grew with righteous rally.
With diverse people calling it home,
A land of strength, where they've grown,
In the shadow of mountains tall,
Labrador stands proud through it all.
Oh, the Big Land, where the rivers flow,
Through valleys deep and mountains low,
From the tundra cold to the forest's stand,
Labrador, the mighty land.
Oh, Labrador, your tale is told,
Of ancient days and ventures bold,
The Big Land's heart, forever free,
In the land of the indigenous, where spirits be.
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In the land where the auroras dance,
And the wilderness holds its stance,
A story old as time began,
We sing of Labrador, the Big Land.
With wild blueberries and black spruce,
Lies the land of ice and moose,
Labrador, so vast and grand,
The Big Land, the heart of this frigid strand.
From ancient times, the indigenous roamed,
In forests deep, they called it home,
With caribou and rivers wide,
Their spirit strong, they thrived with pride.
The Big Land, where the rivers flow,
Through valleys deep and mountains low,
From the tundra cold to the forest's stand,
Labrador, the mighty land.
The Vikings came on the ocean's breeze,
Exploring lands across the seas,
But it was the Basque and French who stayed,
To fish the waters, where fortunes laid.
Then fur traders and explorers bold,
In search of wealth, the land they told,
Of Labrador's vast, untamed expanse,
A wilderness where dreams took a chance.
The Big Land, where the rivers flow,
Through valleys deep and mountains low,
From the tundra cold to the forest's stand,
Labrador, the mighty land.
In the early days of colonization,
Labrador's story shaped a nation,
With Moravians and Hudson's Bay,
In missions and posts, they paved the way.
The land of ore and iron rich,
From mines to rails, a new day pitched,
Hydro power from Churchill's might,
Labrador's future, shining bright.
The Big Land, where the rivers flow,
Through valleys deep and mountains low,
From the tundra cold to the forest's stand,
Labrador, the mighty land.
Through the years of growth and change,
Labrador's spirit stayed untamed,
From Labrador City to Happy Valley,
Communities grew with righteous rally.
With diverse people calling it home,
A land of strength, where they've grown,
In the shadow of mountains tall,
Labrador stands proud through it all.
Oh, the Big Land, where the rivers flow,
Through valleys deep and mountains low,
From the tundra cold to the forest's stand,
Labrador, the mighty land.
Oh, Labrador, your tale is told,
Of ancient days and ventures bold,
The Big Land's heart, forever free,
In the land of the indigenous, where spirits be.
And the wilderness holds its stance,
A story old as time began,
We sing of Labrador, the Big Land.
With wild blueberries and black spruce,
Lies the land of ice and moose,
Labrador, so vast and grand,
The Big Land, the heart of this frigid strand.
From ancient times, the indigenous roamed,
In forests deep, they called it home,
With caribou and rivers wide,
Their spirit strong, they thrived with pride.
The Big Land, where the rivers flow,
Through valleys deep and mountains low,
From the tundra cold to the forest's stand,
Labrador, the mighty land.
The Vikings came on the ocean's breeze,
Exploring lands across the seas,
But it was the Basque and French who stayed,
To fish the waters, where fortunes laid.
Then fur traders and explorers bold,
In search of wealth, the land they told,
Of Labrador's vast, untamed expanse,
A wilderness where dreams took a chance.
The Big Land, where the rivers flow,
Through valleys deep and mountains low,
From the tundra cold to the forest's stand,
Labrador, the mighty land.
In the early days of colonization,
Labrador's story shaped a nation,
With Moravians and Hudson's Bay,
In missions and posts, they paved the way.
The land of ore and iron rich,
From mines to rails, a new day pitched,
Hydro power from Churchill's might,
Labrador's future, shining bright.
The Big Land, where the rivers flow,
Through valleys deep and mountains low,
From the tundra cold to the forest's stand,
Labrador, the mighty land.
Through the years of growth and change,
Labrador's spirit stayed untamed,
From Labrador City to Happy Valley,
Communities grew with righteous rally.
With diverse people calling it home,
A land of strength, where they've grown,
In the shadow of mountains tall,
Labrador stands proud through it all.
Oh, the Big Land, where the rivers flow,
Through valleys deep and mountains low,
From the tundra cold to the forest's stand,
Labrador, the mighty land.
Oh, Labrador, your tale is told,
Of ancient days and ventures bold,
The Big Land's heart, forever free,
In the land of the indigenous, where spirits be.
Writer: Benjamin Sturge
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Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC