He walks the spiral stairs alone
Where gulls cry loud and waves have grown
His meals are simple books are few
But every light he tends is true
The storms have flung their wrath and might
But never once has failed the light
It turns through fog through sleet through fear
A vow that mariners hold dear
He has no need for songs or fame
Just logs the tides and calls each name
And though the world forgets his post
He guards the coast he loves the most
O Canada your heroes dwell
In places quiet cold and well
Where duty shines without applause
Lit only by the noblest cause