When I saw the prairie,
I heard the creak and groan,
White covered wagons.
When I saw the prairie grass,
Rippling in the westward wind,
I saw ghostly footprints,
Through the parted stalks.

When I saw the forest,
I heard the men sawing,
The deafening thud of crashing trees.
When I saw the pine trees,
I saw a silhouette,
A beaver skin cap,
Amongst the evergreens.

When I saw the sea,
I heard the wind snap the sails,
The rigging trembling in the gale.
When I saw the waves.
I saw a vessel,
True and proud,
In the midst of the spraying foam.