Kahkewaquonoby
© James Gordon 2002
from Song of Our City on Pipe Street Records
Well John Galt in all his wisdom, has made a city fine and grand,
His Scottish stonemasons built strong mills and churches with skilled hands
Deerpaths now are roads, and where white oaks once stood now steeples
Look down on the sacred ground that was the home of our people
Until we heard those axes ring and watched our falling forests,
We didn't really see that there was no room left here for us...
But does her great majesty across the sea, really understand,
That he has built it on Anishnabe lands...
We thought that we'd walk side by side, with our new white neighbours
sharing nature's bounty and the fruits of all our labours.
Kahkewaquonaby says a prayer to the thunders
Smoke rises, shadows dance, drums beat as he wonders
If her great majesty across the sea, really understands,
That he has built it on Anishnabe lands...
Our people of the forest have learned to plough and sow
As our hunting grounds have vanished with our ways of long ago
When the long peboon is over, and the seegwun finally comes
When the leaves return to the trees, and the sap and salmon run
I will sail across the ocean, and ask Queen Victoria
To help him save the ways of the ancient ojibwa
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