Marc Audet Music

Lyrics

La Riviere, Marc Audet

The river flows, from north to south
From streams of slight, to never doubt
Upon this route, come men of force
Carrying furs of size, from lands of north

Tales of wild, times of blight
Endure the cold, few sleep at night
Crates of supplies, carried over land
Hardship beared, traditions ran

This is the blood of our ancestral past
Times of frontier, times of first flight
Tracks of these men, are marked in the stones
Of the riverbed shaped by ages of flow

From Thunder Bay, to Montreal
Along the Manitou and Mattawa
The Outaouis, brought scents of home
Charging south, as winter fell

This is the blood of our ancestral past
Times of frontier, times of first flight
Tracks of these men, are marked in the stones
Of the riverbed shaped by ages of flow

And as they dug, their paddles deep
Came songs of march, surpass defeat
These songs still sound, in echoes round
Round the river bend, past the point of south

This is the blood of our ancestral past
Times of frontier, times of first flight
Tracks of these men, are marked in the stones
Of the riverbed shaped by ages of flow

Of the riverbed shaped by ages of flow