Bromont - Canadian Dream

melodic, intimate, simple acoustic arrangement, folk, male vocals

(Verse 1)
Beneath Mont Brome where the dawn’s light glows,
Mists rise soft where the river flows.
John Savage came with a pioneer’s dream,
Built his home by the winding stream.
Old Shefford’s village, with stories to share,
Sings of the past in the mountain air.
(Chorus)
Oh, Bromont, Bromont, where the wild winds play,
From snow-lit slopes to the summer’s sway.
Your heart beats strong in the valley’s embrace,
Bromont, your call lights up this place.
(Verse 2)
In sixty-four, with a vision so grand,
The Désourdy brothers shaped this land.
Ski runs carved where the starlight falls,
North’s brightest slopes, they answered the call.
Trails and lakes, where the free hearts roam,
Bromont’s spirit makes the hills our home.
(Chorus)
Oh, Bromont, Bromont, where the wild winds play,
From snow-lit slopes to the summer’s sway.
Your heart beats strong in the valley’s embrace,
Bromont, your call lights up this place.
(Verse 3)
Cyclists spin where the mountains rise,
Horses gallop ‘neath Olympic skies.
IBM’s spark brought the future near,
Quantum dreams in the air so clear.
Old Village hums with its antique grace,
Women weave dreams in Shefford’s space.
(Chorus)
Oh, Bromont, Bromont, where the wild winds play,
From snow-lit slopes to the summer’s sway.
Your heart beats strong in the valley’s embrace,
Bromont, your call lights up this place.
(Bridge)
From Loyalist trails to the festival’s song,
French and English, we all belong.
Eleven thousand souls now stand,
Bound by the love of this mountain land.
(Verse 4)
Through art and chocolate, through spa’s soft calm,
Bromont’s beauty is nature’s psalm.
From Savage’s hearth to the peaks that soar,
This town’s alive with tales of yore.
Forever free where the mountains call,
Bromont, you’re home to the hearts of all.
(Final Chorus)
Oh, Bromont, Bromont, where the wild winds play,
From snow-lit slopes to the summer’s sway.
Your heart beats strong in the valley’s embrace,
Bromont, your call lights up this place.
(Outro)
Bromont, your song will forever sing,
In the mountain’s arms, where our dreams take wing.

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(Verse 1) Beneath Mont Brome where the dawn’s light glows, Mists rise soft where the river flows. John Savage came with a pioneer’s dream, Built his home by the winding stream. Old Shefford’s village, with stories to share, Sings of the past in the mountain air. (Chorus) Oh, Bromont, Bromont, where the wild winds play, From snow-lit slopes to the summer’s sway. Your heart beats strong in the valley’s embrace, Bromont, your call lights up this place. (Verse 2) In sixty-four, with a vision so grand, The Désourdy brothers shaped this land. Ski runs carved where the starlight falls, North’s brightest slopes, they answered the call. Trails and lakes, where the free hearts roam, Bromont’s spirit makes the hills our home. (Chorus) Oh, Bromont, Bromont, where the wild winds play, From snow-lit slopes to the summer’s sway. Your heart beats strong in the valley’s embrace, Bromont, your call lights up this place. (Verse 3) Cyclists spin where the mountains rise, Horses gallop ‘neath Olympic skies. IBM’s spark brought the future near, Quantum dreams in the air so clear. Old Village hums with its antique grace, Women weave dreams in Shefford’s space. (Chorus) Oh, Bromont, Bromont, where the wild winds play, From snow-lit slopes to the summer’s sway. Your heart beats strong in the valley’s embrace, Bromont, your call lights up this place. (Bridge) From Loyalist trails to the festival’s song, French and English, we all belong. Eleven thousand souls now stand, Bound by the love of this mountain land. (Verse 4) Through art and chocolate, through spa’s soft calm, Bromont’s beauty is nature’s psalm. From Savage’s hearth to the peaks that soar, This town’s alive with tales of yore. Forever free where the mountains call, Bromont, you’re home to the hearts of all. (Final Chorus) Oh, Bromont, Bromont, where the wild winds play, From snow-lit slopes to the summer’s sway. Your heart beats strong in the valley’s embrace, Bromont, your call lights up this place. (Outro) Bromont, your song will forever sing, In the mountain’s arms, where our dreams take wing.

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