Infant arcadia
Restless and holy country
Whispers of what's to come
Fortune arising
The young colossus stirs
Hitches her horse to wagon
And sets her eyes upon
Distant horizons
Stir up the sleep of
A hundred centuries
Inspire in chosen ones
A sense of meaning
We will accept no
Degree of lethargy
We'll scorch our brand into the earth
We're shining
Land of god, gold and green
The hand of providence
Heading westward to the sea
Ours by right divine, and practically free
I will take what's meant for me
And like a seed it spreads
With tendrils fast unfurling
Take root in every man
Feeding the lion
The pieces fall in place
Future laid out before us
God has in store for you
And end to your suffering
Land of god, gold and green
The hand of providence
Heading westward to the sea
Ours by right divine, and practically free
I will take what's meant for me