Ca-na-da (one little, two little, three Canadians)
We love thee
Ca-na-da
Proud and free
North, south, east, west
There'll be happy times
Church bells will ring, ring, ring
It's the hundredth anniversary of Con-fed-er-a-tion
Everybody sing together!
This is the official Canadian Centennial song from 1967, which I cannot find the complete lyrics for anywhere on the internet. Strange. We used to have a copy of that 45 when I was a wee kiddie, english on one side, french on the other. I still remember the tune.
My parents and my nine older brothers and sisters went to Expo 67 in Montreal that summer, but my younger sister and I were too young to go. My sister is still bitter about that, but I remember my late grandmother looked after us and that was the first time I ever got to go to Salisbury House here in Winnipeg and have my first cheese nip.
Speaking of Salisbury House, putting a restaurant in the middle of a bridge in Winnipeg was just a plain stupid idea. I mean, who wants to park their car and then have to walk to the middle of a bridge over the river in the winter time? Especially if it was supposed to be some upscale eatery. Having a Sal's there is a great idea, in spite of the million dollar washrooms.
I'm glad I live in Canada, but by this time of the year, I find that I'm a little sick of the snow.
We love thee
Ca-na-da
Proud and free
North, south, east, west
There'll be happy times
Church bells will ring, ring, ring
It's the hundredth anniversary of Con-fed-er-a-tion
Everybody sing together!
This is the official Canadian Centennial song from 1967, which I cannot find the complete lyrics for anywhere on the internet. Strange. We used to have a copy of that 45 when I was a wee kiddie, english on one side, french on the other. I still remember the tune.
My parents and my nine older brothers and sisters went to Expo 67 in Montreal that summer, but my younger sister and I were too young to go. My sister is still bitter about that, but I remember my late grandmother looked after us and that was the first time I ever got to go to Salisbury House here in Winnipeg and have my first cheese nip.
Speaking of Salisbury House, putting a restaurant in the middle of a bridge in Winnipeg was just a plain stupid idea. I mean, who wants to park their car and then have to walk to the middle of a bridge over the river in the winter time? Especially if it was supposed to be some upscale eatery. Having a Sal's there is a great idea, in spite of the million dollar washrooms.
I'm glad I live in Canada, but by this time of the year, I find that I'm a little sick of the snow.