When you mention Manitoba,
I'll be mindful of the prairie,
in the province where the
old Red River flows.
It's a land of shining water,
where the beaver and the
otter play together,
where the prairie crocus grows.
Manitoba, you're my sunshine,
my twilight and ripples.
Manitoba, you're my heaven,
because it's heaven
where the prairie focus rolls.
When you mention Manitoba,
I'll be mindful of her beauty
In the evening when the
sunset fades away
And the moon of golden glimmer
On the wheat field seems to shimmer
And the night bird sings
the closing of the day
Manitoba, you're my sunshine,
my twilight and re pose
Manitoba, you're my heaven,
because it's heaven
where the prairie oakless
grows
When you mention Manitoba,
I'll be mindful of the valleys
And the old brown hills
calling me away.
We're the favors of our giver,
well among the lakes and rivers,
From the U .S. line
to the shores of Hudson Bay.
Manitoba, you're my sunshine,
my twilight and repose.
Manitoba, you're my heaven,
because it's heaven
where the prairie focus grows.
It's my heaven
where the prairie focus grows.
you