Hello!

It is April 2018 and just last night I was trying to recall this very song for a poem I was trying to write. I learned it in grade school--which grade, I have no idea--in Regina, Saskatchewan.

What I recall:

Above the fields
of gold and green
a young boy's head
is plainly seen

A hooya hooya hoo-ya-ya!
Swiftly flowing river
A hooya hooya hoo-ya-ya!
Swiftly flowing river

... and that's all I got. The teacher might have been a very old one I recall, and not just old because I was young. I recall white hair.