Manitoba

Stompin' Tom Connors

When you [A]mention Manitoba, I'll be [D]mindful of the prairies,

To the [A]province where the old Red River [E]flows,

It's the [A]land of shining water, where the [D]beaver and the otter,

Play to[A]gether where the [E7]Prairie Crocus [A]grows.

Mani[D]toba, you're my [A]sunshine,

My [D]twilight, and re[A]pose,

Mani[D]toba, you're my [A]heaven,

Be[D]cause it's [A]heaven where the [E7]Prairie Crocus [A]grows.

When you mention Manitoba, I'll be [D]mindful of her beauty,

In the [A]evening when the sunset fades a[E]way,

And the [A]moon of golden glimmer, on the [D]wheat field seems to shimmer,

And the [A]night bird sings the [E7]closing of the [A]day.

When you mention Manitoba, I'll be [D]mindful of the valleys,

And the [A]old brown hills calling me a[E]way,

Where the [A]favours of our giver, dwell a[D]mong the lakes and rivers,

>From the [A]U.S. line to the [E7]shores of Hudson [A]Bay.

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Submitted by: Dennis Hiebert

dhiebert@mars.ark.com

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