One day in June the sun came up and as the day grew light
It saw below a thousand ships and hundreds more in sight.
All crowded in a mighty wave as never seen before,
Filled with men and guns and tanks all leaving England’s shore.
For each flotilla had a goal and landfall they must reach
The goal of Canada’s fighting men was dangerous Juno Beach.
From Canada from east to west these sturdy soldiers came
Some from the Prairie provinces with their waving fields of grain.
From the west the loggers came, a place of mighty trees
Fishermen too have left their nets unhauled in Atlantic seas.
All eyes are fixed on the shore ahead, thoughts of death linger near
Some eyes are filled with battle lust, others are filled with fears.
Closer still and closer, their boat grinds on the shore
And now a mix of yells and guns is a hellish deafening roar.
Discipline holds as they race ashore though machine guns are
Bullets are stitching lines on the beach and hand grenades are thrown.
Heroic deeds were done that day and boys turned into men
As comrades fell, beside them the medics tended them
The shattered bones, the dying eyes, the wounded and the slain.
A price so high must be redeemed; they shall not die in vain.
On went the men and swept away, defenses now were breached
And as the sun withdrew its light, they captured Juno Beach.
In Canada the news came through with tears of joy or grief
Yet proud to know that Canada had captured Juno Beach.
So let it be writ for those to come, that when the need was great
Canadians, all, fought valiantly to open Freedom’s Gate.