Princess Maggie of Kamiskotia

Princess Maggie of Kamiskotia


HERE LIES THE BONES OF PRINCESS MAGGIE TRAPPING BEAVER MADE HER HAPPY SHE WAS THE MOST COLORFUL LADY THAT EVER SET FOOT IN THE NORTH COUNTRY THE RAINS HAVE COME THE RAINS HAVE GONE AND ALL THEY LEFT ARE LITTLE MEMORIES AND WHEN I DIE WHO WILL REMEMBER THE BEAUTIFUL GIRL OF THE NORTH COUNTRY THERE WAS NAUGHT BUT ROCKS AND FORESTS IN OUR LITTLE COUNTRY TOWN AND THAT HARD ROCK GOLD MINER WORKED THE EARTH WITHOUT A FROWN MAGGIE WAS HARD AND YET GENTLE AND THE WILL AND STRENGTH SHE SHOWED THAT SHE COULD NOT BE BEATEN DOWN BY THE WINDS AND WINTER SNOWS HER FACE WAS BEATEN BY THE WEATHER AND HER BACK WAS BENT AND SORE FROM PACKIN MOOSE AND CHILDREN ALONG THE OLD MATTAGAMI SHORES BESIDES KAMISKOTIA MOUNTAIN SHE’D STOP AND REST AWHILE AND DRINK TEA FROM A CUP OF BIRCH FOR SHE HAD WALKED MANY WEARY MILES OVER HER FIELDS OF WHEAT AND CORN SHE’D SIGHT A FLOCK OF GEESE FLYING IN MILITARY FORM SO HIGH SO WILD SO FREE SHE REPRESENTED HER CULTURE WELL FOR A PROUD WOMAN WAS SHE LIKE CHIEF DAN GEORGE THE INDIAN SHE’LL GO DOWN IN HISTORY THE SPRINGTIME SUN HAS MELTED ALL AROUND AS YOU CAN SEE EXCEPT THAT PACKED DOWN SNOW SHOE TRAIL LEFT BY MAGGIE AND ME THE YEARS HAVE BEEN SO MANY SINCE THE DAY YOU WERE MY BRIDE TO-DAY THE SNOW FALLS MAGGIE COVERING ALL THE COUNTRYSIDE VERY SOON ETERNAL SPRING WILL BRING BACK THE HONEY BEES AND THE WATERS OF THE RIVER WILL DANCE FOR YOU AND ME CHORUS JUST A SIMPLE SONG FOR MAGGIE MY LIFE MY DREAM COME TRUE INDIAN BLOOD FLOWS IN HER VEINS SHE SPEAKS THE PARLEZ VOUS WE’VE TRECKED ACROSS THIS COUNTRY IN THE RAIN THROUGH WOODLAND GREEN WATCHED THE NORTHERN LIGHTS AT MIDNIGHT WHEN THE CLOUDS HAD BLOWN AWAY AND WHEN THE NIGHT TIME BROUGHT US HOME SLEEPIN NEATH THE JACKPINE TREE WE’D BATHE OUR FEET IN THE MORNING DEW JUST YOU MAGGIE AND ME NOW THE GREAT OF SPIRITS HAVE TAKEN HER AWAY MAY THE GHOST OF MAGGIE ROAM THESE VALLEYS IN CANADA’S GREAT DOMAIN AND WHEN HER SEARCH IS OVER MAY SHE FIND NOT ILL REMAINS OF A LAND THAT ONCE WAS INDIAN AND IS THE WHITE MAN STILL TO BLAME CHORUS JUST A SIMPLE SONG FOR MAGGIE MY LIFE MY DREAM COME TRUE INDIAN BLOOD FLOWS IN HER VEINS SHE SPEAKS THE PARLEZ VOUS Words/Music Paul Henry Dallaire Paul Henry Pub. SOCAN.CA U.S.Rep: ASCAP

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