Above the tundras breathless hush
The sky begins its ghostly blush
In ribbons green and violet spun
The stars give way the dances begun
No sound no strings no grand parade
Just silent awe in nights cascade
A child stands still with mittened hands
Eyes wide as northern light expands
Each flicker weaves a tale untold
Of spirits sky-lore myths of old
In that brief glow the heart can see
The vastness of eternity
O Canada you paint the skies
With beauty that outlives our cries
A land that listens when were still
And answers with celestial thrill