Crossroads

When first i did appear upon this native soil
All up and down this country at labor i did toil
I slumbered in the moonlight and i rose with the sun
I rambled through the canyons where the cold rivers run
When first i did come down where the land meets the sea
The people said who are you and what would your name be
I said i have no home and i am no mans son
twas inland i was born and from inland that i come
In the good land i was young and i was strong
No one dared to call me son
Happy just to see my days work done
See my days work done
So i swung an axe as a timberjack
And i worked the quebec mines
And on the golden prairie i rode the big combines
I sailed the maritime waters of many a seaport town
Built the highways and the byways to the western salmon grounds
Ive gazed upon the good times ive seen the bad times too
Felt many a cold and bitter wind and many a mornin dew
Ive watched the country growin like a fair and mighty thing
And on the still of a summer night ive heard the mountains ring
In the good land i was young and i was strong
No one dared to call me son
Happy just to see my days work done
See my days work done
But now the seeds are planted and the gates are open wide
The old ways are forgotten theres no place left to hide
And the legacy im leavin you is not very hard to find
Youll see it all around you at this crossroads of time
In the sweet soil its a-growin at the crossroads of time