Over Northern Skies
They’d never seen the likes before
‘Till that cold winter’s morn, on the ice of Bras d’Or
The Silver Dart coursed through the air
And the crowd assembled there, they all let out a cheer
McCurdy’s biplane hurdled by
He sets his sites upon the Nova Scotia sky
Were there grace to grant my dreams
I would ride with the wind, like a bird on high
And if I had wings to fly, I would sail away
Over Northern skies
Alexander Graham Bell, who we all know so well
Of telephone fame
Gathered the thinkers of the day, oh, the tinkers of the trade
To build his flying machine
And the mandate he declared
Do all it takes to set a man into the air
Were there grace to grant my dreams
I would ride with the wind, like a bird on high
And if I had wings to fly, I would sail away
Over Northern skies
At thirty thousand feet
It’s hard to believe, it’s only been a hundred years
A Silver Dart coursed through the air
On a wing and a prayer, and the crowd all cheered
The world advances stride by stride
So never fear to set your sites upon the sky
Where there's grace to grant our dreams
We can ride with the wind, like birds on high
And given wings, we can fly, we can all sail away
Over Northern skies
We can sail away
Over Northern skies
Words & Music by Bruce Coughlan (SOCAN)