Land of the Beaver
[Verse 1]
Down by the river, where the birches bend,
A builder’s song hums where the waters wend.
The dam stands tall, the work never done,
In the land of the beaver, we rise with the sun.
[Chorus]
Oh, land of the beaver, where the wild runs free,
From the shimmering lakes to the tallest pine tree.
With teeth sharp as axes and hearts full of pride,
They shape the rivers, and they shape our lives.
[Verse 2]
In the twilight glow, when the day turns slow,
You’ll hear the slap of a tail where the cattails grow.
They’re architects of the forest stream,
Crafting their world, weaving our dream.
[Prechorus]
Logs and mud, in a dance so wise,
Under the moon, where their secret lies.
[Chorus]
Oh, land of the beaver, where the wild runs free,
From the shimmering lakes to the tallest pine tree.
With teeth sharp as axes and hearts full of pride,
They shape the rivers, and they shape our lives.
[Bridge]
They teach us to labor, they teach us to stay,
Through floods and through winters, they carve their way.
In the heart of the country, their story flows,
In every stream, their legacy grows.
