I was born one day | By the town of Arrow River 
Where the winds were cold | And made a little boy shiver 
Where the Grand Trunk winding | Through the hills would blow 
And her whistle would rattle | In the drifting snow 

The world was wrapped in holly | With the tinsel on the trees 
For a baby in a manger | Who would mean a lot to me 
And on the twenty third day | Of December I began 
My long long journey 
In a big big land. 

I remember with my father | To the little town I'd go 
Beside him on the wagon | With the horses it was slow 
He would always buy me something | With the little that he had 
For there's nothing like the bonds | Between a father and his dad 

I remember when a cyclone | Tore the fences from the ground 
But on Sunday we're back praying | In the church there in our town 
 And we sang the hymns together | With my parents I would stand 
For that long long journey 
In a big big land.