Seraphim/Canadian Boat Song

by Thomas Moore

For other versions of this work, see A Canadian Boat Song.

CANADIAN BOAT SONG

Faintly as tolls the evening chime,
Our voices keep tune, and our oars keep time,
Soon as the woods on shore look dim,
We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn.
Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast,
The rapids are near, and the day-light's past.

Why should we yet our sail unfurl?
There is not a breathe the blue wave to curl;
But when the wind blows of the shore,
Oh! sweetly we'll rest our weary oar,
Blow, breezes, blow, the stream runs fast,
The rapids are near, and the daylight's pas

Utawa's tide; this trembling moon
Shall see us float o'er thy surges soon!
Saint of this green isle! hear our prayers,
Oh! grant us cool heavens and favouring airs
Blow, breezes, blow, the stream runs fast,
The rapids are near, and the daylight's past!

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