Skies Over POS

(ooh, yeah) From the golden wheat fields waving in the breeze

To the rolling green hills whispering in the trees

There's a quiet magic here,

everywhere you go In the province we call home,

the place we love and know

And the road keeps on winding,

leading us away

To the highest peak that welcomes in the day

Oh, POS,

the Province of Star Shining bright no matter

where you are From mountains that reach the endless skies To the

cold winter night where the aurora flies

(oh, we shine so bright!) We watch the northern lights dance across

the sky

A ribbon of colors painting way up high

Every valley, every stream,

under heaven's dome

Yeah, this is the province we call our home

Oh, POS,

the Province of Star Shining bright no matter

where you are From mountains that reach the endless skies To the

cold winter night where the aurora flies

(oh, we shine so

bright!)

Province of Star, yeah,

that's who we are

(shining bright)