From Bonavista to Vancouver Island.....

This land is your land, this land is my land etc..... I wanted to stay in Bonavista after hearing that song so much in the 60's. Driving past the ubiquitous trees and rocks, we actually saw the first dairy farm of the trip in a more sheltered part of the peninsula. Such a sense of history. The rocks that will never wear down through human touch, and will still face the strong sea winds for centuries long after we are all gone. The lighthouse, the blue flag irises, more icebergs and the lobster dinner all fabulous. But best of all, the puffins! 

CHORUS 

This land is your land this land is my land. 

From Bonavista to Vancouver Island 

From the Arctic Circle to the Great Lake waters 

This land was made for you and me.