Green Man Of East Canada

I chanced to meet a strange man
Down a Brunswick lane
Dressed in brown and a vagabond's cloak
A timeless image from the wood
I stopped and said to him
Before he passed me by
"Stranger to these Maritime shores
Spare me a moment of your time!"

Green Man of East Canada
Dark Shores of Northumberland
Green man, sing, man, of your journey 'cross the waves!

I'm no stranger to these lands
Though they're not my own
I left with the changed tides
To call this Brunswick kingdom home
Its shores alive with green
Its cities cloaked in trees
Like the halcyon of my youth
Thousands of old summers past.

I wear the emblems of the summer
And I bear its pulsing song
I carry it through winter
I spread it when the snows have gone
Across the jagged seas I traveled
With the first to cross them
And spread my arms across the
Richness of these misted lands.