C'tait une jeune fille. Qui voulait faire moudre son grain tiguedin (bis). elle prit son sac moudre et s'en va au moulin. Ti-guedi-guedi-guedin Canada tourna.
When I was born. My Daddy said I was broken. The beginning of the end. Of a life I hadn't chosen. He taught me how to give up. He taught me how to work the system.
It was past her bedtime. On a stormy night. And she couldn't shut her eyes. And she couldn't blow out the light. So she gave up struggling. And let the candle burn.
Everybody knows that the dice are loaded. Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed. Everybody knows that the war is over. Everybody knows the good guys lost.
Ah! Du temps que j'etais jeune. Dondaine ma dondaine. J'avais deux amoureux, ma luron lurette. J'avais deux amoureux, ma luron lure. . J'avais Pierre et Ti Toine.
Ah! Du temps que jetais jeune. Dondaine ma dondaine. Javais deux amoureux, ma luron lurette. Javais deux amoureux, ma luron lure. . Javais Pierre et Ti Toine.
Ah! Du temps que j'etais jeune. Dondaine ma dondaine. J'avais deux amoureux, ma luron lurette. J'avais deux amoureux, ma luron lure. . J'avais Pierre et Ti Toine.
I went down to the river. But the river was dry. I went down to the sea. But it was not the place to be. So I climbed the highest mountain. And I climbed to the mountaintop.
Walk down Marva road a stranger. Threw my stone far across the bay. Sent my son to a foreign ocean,. And dreamed of my home so far away. . The darkness split to see a soldier.
Death came a knockin'. You know that death came a knockin' on the mama's door. Singin' come on mama, ain't you ready to go. And my mama stooped down, buckled up her shoes.
These dance hall girls, they don't treat you kind. They give you their bodies but you never reach their minds. Well, they fill you up with lipstick lies.
These dance hall girls, they don't treat you kind. They give you their bodies but you never reach their minds. Well, they fill you up with lipstick lies.
Annabel, Annabel, where did you go?. I've looked high and Ive looked low. I've looked low and Ive looked high. Tell me where does the spirit go when you die?.
Standing on a hill, staring at a mountain;. Swallows dive and turn, trying to catch what we can't see;. Sure ain't the first time; hope it ain't the last time.
Sometimes I wake up with the sadness. Other days it feels like madness. Ohwhat would I do without you?. When colours turn to shades of grey. With the weight of the world at the end of the day.