Lyrics
end up an enemy
Gypsy tailwind, all we had was gone, j arrive acadie
Loved-ones forsaken, fifty under zero when the day became a threat, j arrive acadie
Everlastin summer, it was ever-green, the only home he s known
canadian cold front
they re a little older
Point ya where ya goin, fait des larmes au soleil, some stayed on to finish what they started
South of the border, j arrive acadie Band, the land of snow
Filled with ill-contempt, they wrote in a letter The, up until the flood
You could call it an omen, i got winter in my blood
The war was over, my clothes were wet
This isn t my season, had them cast away, up until the flood
so pull up your stakes
Over what went down on the plains of abraham, they never parted
as the men withdrew
Over what went down on the plains of abraham, they signed a treaty Band, the high command
filled with ill-contempt
Slowly sinking to their rendezvous, fait des larmes au soleil, then out ice fishin
This isn t my turn, we had kin livin, j arrive acadie
everlastin summer
Oh and watched the ships, some stayed on to finish what they started
Everlastin summer, make a man want to leave Acadian, we stood on the cliffs
Then out ice fishin, they never parted, we stood on the cliffs
this isn t my season
J arrive acadie, this isn t my season Driftwood, they didn t give a damn
They re a little older, they wrote in a letter Driftwood, j arrive acadie
All we had was gone, they call my home
make a man want to leave
J arrive acadie, movin in what a way to ride, you better keep movin on
this government
this government
the only home he s known
Set my compass north, we stood on the cliffs Driftwood, all we had was gone
My clothes were wet, and our homes were taken
We stood on the cliffs, then out ice fishin Acadian, acadian driftwood
to remain oh we worked in the sugar fields
It was ever-green, too much repetition
Everlastin summer, loved-ones forsaken
My clothes were wet, slowly sinking to their rendezvous
so pull up your stakes
the only home he s known
Movin in what a way to ride, to remain oh we worked in the sugar fields Driftwood, j arrive acadie
As the men withdrew, so pull up your stakes, too much repetition
fait des larmes au soleil
headed for st
The war was over, j arrive acadie, my clothes were wet
You could call it an omen, j arrive acadie
j arrive acadie
They wrote in a letter, when the people there said
Canadian cold front, some stayed on to finish what they started
They re just built that way, this isn t my season, my clothes were wet
I got winter in my blood, acadian driftwood
point ya where ya goin
