At the caribou calving grounds
There’s only wildlife sounds.
The water is clear an’ clean
And the land is so pristine.
It’s a place for the caribou herds
And the migratory birds.
The caribou give birth
On their Mother Earth.
When the calves arrive
We know we will survive.
This is their precious home
Where they’re free to roam.
Animals on all fours
Play in the great outdoors.
The calving grounds we never touch
‘Cause our caribou means so much.
We must speak for the caribou herd
And their voices will be heard.
We will help our caribou to thrive
Because we need them to survive.
When I see a caribou horn
I dream of the place where it was born.