The war was over and the spirit was broken The hills were smokin’ as the men withdrew We stood on the cliffs Oh and watched the ships Slowly sinking to their rendezvous They signed a treaty and our homes were taken Loved ones forsaken They didn’t give a damn Try’n’ to raise a family End up the enemy Over what went down on the plains of Abraham (*) Acadian driftwood Gypsy tail wind They call my home the land of snow Canadian cold front movin’ in What a way to ride Oh what a way to go Then some returned to the motherland The high command had them cast away And some stayed on to finish what they started They never parted They’re just built that way We had kin livin’ south of the border They’re a little older and they’ve been around They wrote a letter life is a whole lot better So pull up your stakes children and come on down Fifteen under zero when the day became a threat My clothes were wet and I was drenched to the bone Been out ice fishing too much repetition Make a man wanna leave the only home he’s known Sailing out of the gulf headin’ for Saint Pierre Nothin’ to declare All we had was gone Broke down along the coast But what hurt the most When the people there said "You better keep movin’ on" Everlasting summer filled with ill-content This government had us walkin’ in chains This isn’t my turf This ain’t my season Can’t think of one good reason to remain I’ve worked in the sugar fields up from New Orleans It was ever green up until the floods You could call it an omen Points ya where you’re goin’ Set my compass north I got winter in my blood Acadian driftwood Gypsy tail wind They call my home the land of snow Canadian cold front movin’ in What a way to ride Ah what a way to go Sais tu A-ca-di-e j’ai le mal du pays {You know Acadia I long for the country (I am homesick)} Ta neige Acadie fait des larmes au soleil {Your snow Acadia makes tears in the sun (or for the sun)} J’arrive Acadie teedle um teedle um teedle ooh {I am arriving Acadia (or I am coming Acadia)} (*): "The Plains of Abraham" refer to farm land owned by Abraham Martin just west of the The Citadel in Quebec City and the site of the battle between the French and the English. It is now a park (also overlooks the St.Lawrence) and is a wonderful place to visit if you ever get the chance.