When sun-rays crown thy pine-clad hills, And summer spreads her hand, When silvern voices tune thy rills, We love thee, smiling land, We love thee, we love thee, We love thee, smiling land.

When spreads thy cloak of shimm'ring white, At winter's stern command, Thro' shortened day and star-lit night, We love thee, frozen land, We love thee, we love thee, We love thee, frozen land.

When blinding storm gusts fret thy shore, And wild waves lash thy strand, Thro' sprindrift swirl and tempest roar, We love thee, wind-swept land, We love thee, we love thee We love thee, wind-swept land.

As loved our fathers, so we love, Where once they stood we stand, Their prayer we raise to heaven above, God guard thee, Newfoundland, God guard thee, God guard thee, God guard thee, Newfoundland.