Song of the Kicking Horse

By Kicking Horse River, through Kicking Horse Pass, Where the Rockies guard their own, There's a trail that goes by a way it knows Through valleys wild and lone,— The trail of the guides and the pioneers Who passed—a nameless host— To open the gates for men to come Down to the Fairy Coast.

By Kicking Horse River, through Kicking Horse Pass, Their wonder trail still leads, Though little we praise their heroic days And men have forgotten their deeds. Are you old or sad or worn or mad, And sick of life's too great cost? If you know that way, you will go that way, To find what you have lost.

By Kicking Horse River, through Kicking Horse Pass, The Road to Tomorrow lies; And the guides who wait at the sundown gate Are Fearlessness, Faith, Surmise. They answer each hail and show the trail To all men value most. There is freedom and space and Heaven's grace In the gift of the Magical Coast.