This One's the Dreamer

This one's the dreamer,
This one's looking for the heart of the matter
This one's a lonesome traveller,
Long way to go,
Who listens to the different drummin',
And sometimes to a wind that's hummin'
In the pines... tho' the trees are still
Can you hear it?

This one's the immigrant
Drawin' a map like the lines on his face
With a pen that's dipped in whiskey, blood
And sweat from his brow.
Who sits at the supper table,
Whisperin' grace while he is able
Sleepin' as the thunder howls...
Can you hear it? Can you hear it?

chorus:
The wider your rivers, I will cross them.
The longer your highways, I will ride.
The farther off your mountains,
I will be there to climb them,
And the clearer the view,
The more I see, the more I love you.

This song's a coal dust voice,
A lumberjack's laugh that topples the forest
Saw and fiddle and a banjo chorus,
Long time gone
Joins in the native dancin'
To celebrate the harvest and the sweet romancin'
Of the land, sing praise.
Can you hear it?

This one's the Canadian.
This one's young and free and raw and reckless
Like a wild stallion, starin' across the plain
That hears the midnight whistle,
Clackety-clack of the wheels on the trestle
Movin' on 'neath the prairie moon.
He hears it. Oh, he hears it.

chorus, repeat least line twice