Over Canada

00:01:23 It is a land almost too vast to contemplate

00:01:39 A march of endless horizons

00:01:50 a journey over Canada.

00:05:58 playing the bare stone cliffs

00:06:24 If this place can be many things:

00:06:36 Music whistles out of its reedy deciduous forests

00:06:48 like sweet pitch from beach timber holes

00:23:41 and clenches its fists in toil.

00:23:53 And yet this heart has a warm side.

00:24:08 on the August evening's gentle drift.

00:29:27 Here beneath the billowing cumulus climb of thunderheads

00:29:39 that its tiniest undulations appear as mountains

00:38:21 upon some no eye has ever rested.

00:38:33 and its distorted distances.

00:39:01 to its timeless terrible beauty drawn

00:42:09 Some say this is a haunted place

00:42:24 They cut them into totems and painted them on houseboards.

00:42:40 a mile of translucent land

00:42:51 bewitched by the echoes of its mystical past.

00:51:07 no spirit a match

00:51:20 Still today it stretches aloof and unhindered

00:51:37 exists not in rock and race

00:51:50 and dreams it nurtures