(Tim Baker, Hey Rosetta!)
What have we lost, poisoned, or crushed?
What highest hopes were stolen from us?
What holy rolling hills were cut into dust?
What voices were stifled, silenced, scared and carried off?
Do you think we can hide? (no)
Put your head in the sand? (no)
Do you think we can ride it out?
Well some of us can’t

Who’s after taking our wages and our trust?
Our women forsaken, forgotten, and lost
Our holy rolling hills, our waters, our crops
Are hid in their bills, pushed through and hushed up and sold off like pawns
Do they think they can hide them? (no)
Keep our heads in the sand? (no)
Do they think they can ride it out for another one?
Well we say they can’t
There is a time (oh)
When a change has to come (oh)
For you to speak your mind (oh)
For you to fight for the land you love

(Jeff Ines, Yukon Blonde)
When i was a child, i sang the anthem with pride
It stood for justice, peace, and human rights
It stood for the holy rolling hills and a home for all walks of life
And it must again, for my children, and theirs


Do you think they can hide? (no)
Put their heads in the sand? no
You think they can ride it out?
Well some of em can’t
No now is the time (oh)
When a change has to come (oh)
For you to draw a line (oh)
And to fight for the land you love