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