Let me sing you songs from the Maritimes
Let me sing you songs from the summertide
Come times of plenty, times of none
As Lady Prosperity comes and goes
As Good Lady Fortune makes her rounds
Of the Earth
A singer of these times
These ever changeless times
With Brunswick strings and Scotia pipes
A singer of these times
These ever changeless times
Our songs they carry on long past the grave
The songs of our forebears strong remain
No distance from them in age or in place
As we strum and sing the notes of our forebears
Let me bring you tides from the Maritimes
Let me bring you tides from the wintertime
As pines and poplars shrug off the storms
And the halls and dwellings open their doors
And we know that what December darkness brought
Is reversed
A singer of these times
These ever changeless times
With Brunswick strings and Scotia pipes
A singer of these times
These ever changeless times
When Lady Prosperity rides 'cross the land
And the sun shines down on sea and forest
Wherever she treads — or not — we thrive
Tell me, how are we so different from our forebears?
Let me bring you tides from the Maritimes
Ever changeless tides from the Maritimes
We still hail the summer, we still tell our tales
We still sing the winter, and toast with our ales
So I stand up and shout, my friends
What shall ever change?
A singer of these times
These ever changeless times
With Brunswick strings and Scotia pipes
A singer of these times
These ever changeless times