|My grandaddy died in the sand at Dieppe |
A sacrifice for the cause
My grandmother she don’t understand it yet,
what she won when she lost
And my daddy grew up just like a wild card
Always one step outside of the game
He played hard, he won hard and he lost just like a child
He knew love and he knew pain.
I am a young Canadian boy, I am a Canadian man
I’m running with the life of my father’s father’s blood
pounding in the veins of my hands - - it’s in my hands.
Now I have arrived here to wind out my song
a shaman to heal one and all
A stumbling forgetter of what’s right and wrong
I will rise and I will fall
I’ll hold this world shining in my hands
I’ll smash it broke upon the floor
I’ll play hard, I’ll win hard and I’ll lose just like the men
who’ve won and lost before.
Oh yes I grew up beneath the coke oven flame
the son of a great lakes steeltown
The Canadian Shield surrounds me with its name
rolling up, rolling down
And I’m crawling through the waves of lake Superior
and I’m howling at the great northern sky.
I laugh hard, I cry soft, take pain without a word
as I live and as I die.
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