Badlees Ore Hill
Well he died at 39 Some kind of pills and homemade wine He left his english bride And a love he couldn't deny behind Folks have come to say He nearly gave the land away He couldn't understand How a man could own the land anyway When grandpa had had his fill He'd take a walk up old Ore Hill To the land of a thousand shadows And things would come around From the day that he was born The mountain had been his home He'd sit late afternoon Watch the shadows reach the moon alone Then shewanakw-nan came And things began to change He dealt against his will And moved down off the hill ashamed When grandpa had had his fill He'd take a walk up old Ore Hill To the land of a thousand shadows And things would come around Well, he died at 39 Glad to leave this world behind Tired of holding on To a place he didn't belong To find.... That grandpa had lost his will To take a walk up old Ore Hill To the land of a thousand shadows And things would come around When grandpa had had his fill He'd take a walk up old Ore Hill To the land of a thousand shadows And things would come around
