DWDrouillard

*All words and music © 1995 RED JACKET MUSIC All rights reserved – DWDrouillard [BMI]

   VOYAGEUR

     Before the snow fall comes to the mountains
     Before the ice flows stop the river run
     Like the night owl flies to the forest
     To protect her young

     She was heading for the cabin, running barefoot in the snow
     As she cradled wood to keep away the cold
     Though the fever came the month before
     She carries with his child

     And she is there
     Raven hair
     Voyageur

     Before the west wind blows upon the prairie
     Before the dust clouds block out the sun
     Like a thunder from across the heavens
     The bison run

     There is nothing left behind her, no place back to go
     Just the memory of something that was lost
     Soon the days grow long
     The snow is gone
     The river breaks apart

     And she will bear
     Raven hair
     Voyageur
   AMERICAN FLYER 

       On the cold royal blue of a midnight rail 
       Standing proud in the mist 
       In the shroud of a mystical veil 

       She was all fired up in a blaze of light 
       Like a winged silver dollar 
       On the winds of a beautiful flight 

       On, the streamline of ghost rides 
       Through the dark sky 
        Lonely hearts beware 

       By lantern glow 
       The traveler knows 
       The devil takes the fare 

       And the steam engine screams 
       With the steel and the fire in her eyes 
       She’s a flyer! 

        From the rings of the moon 
        Of an endless sun 
        Mother ship of the planets 
        Mother earth on an infinite run 

       An American Flyer of truth and grace 
       You can hear all the years 
       You can see all the tears on her face 

       Oh, the streamline ghost rides 
       Through the dark sky 
       Lonely hearts beware 

       By lantern glow 
       The traveler knows 
       The devil takes the fare 

       And the steam engine screams 
       With the steel and the fire in her eyes 
       She’s a flyer! 
 

    AFTER THE BUFFALO

  Calling from a northern land 
  Reminds me of my youth 
  Spirit mist upon the lake 
  Blood upon the earth 

  Why did I leave 
  I have no place to go 
  You cannot understand 
  Why it haunts me so 

  I grew and I left the land 
  Like marching off to war 
  I traveled south to meet the man 
  At the open door 

  There was death 
  Alone in every room 
  The only song I ever heard 
  Was one of ancient doom 

  I see the flying of the geese 
  I hear the crying of the loon 
  I know the stories of the old ones 
  And the wolves cursing the moon 

  But I follow the dream 
  Through the back streets of Toronto 
  All the way to the icy winds 
  On the shore at Buffalo 

  Crawling through the naked towns 
  Singing without a band 
  What kind of life can there be 
  In playing one-night stands 

  Darkened rooms 
  Then brilliant color beams 
  I cannot give them what they want 
  Despite their mournful screams 

  I must travel north again 
  I have many wounds to mend

     A LONG WAY BACK

In the years before the madness and the fears
the bitter tears would flow like rivers
raging harder

Drown the spirit and the rhyme
beneath the waves to ebb in time
beyond the tempest of the martyr

Curse the dark and damn rain
cut through the bars cast off the chains
and run the demons from their shadows

In the mirror are the lies
beside the ghost the paralyzes
the will and chills the marrow

We are lost the captain said
then laid his hands upon the dead
and set adrift the broken hearted

Down the long and winding stair
through darkened halls still unaware
the labyrinth keeps them where they started

It’s a long way back
Hang me from the tree of the sorrow
It’s a long way back
Set the sail and rise upon the morrow

  HE SANG A PLAIN SONG

   Bring on the great silence
   the battles are gone
   And hear not a tear
   nor the piper at dawn
   Lock the gates to the highway
   surrender the sky
   Cast the shadows of everyman
   from his eye

   Come down from the mountain
   the valley atones
   The river of darkness
   runs deep through the stones
   Lock the gates to the highway
   surrender the sky
   Cast the shadows of everyman
   from his eye

   The winds of the desert
   the winds of the snow
   The winds of the ocean
   desolate ice flows
   Lock the gates to the highway
   surrender the sky
   Cast the shadows of everyman
   from his eye

   He sang a plain song
  THERE IS A TIME


   Take me down to the banks of the river where it runs
   never ending, never dying
   Tell me stories, I know just how they started, they went,
   There is a time

   Take me down to the valley of the eagle and the sun
   in the shadow of the pines
   Tell me stories, I know just how they started, they went,
   There is a time

   Lay me down, let me sleep with angels,
   spread new linens upon my bed
   I hear stories as child, as they started, I know
   There is a time

   There is time to search for silver
   There is a time to search for gold
   There is a time to be a miner
   And find the light before you’re old
   In the darkness, find direction onward
   Turn the pages, find the passage homeward
   There is a time that cures with the ages
   The wounds we have endured
 GIRL ZYDECO

   You know, it’s been too long
   You know, ma jolie blonde
   Two step across the floor
   Turn around, music encore

   You know, we’ve got to go
   Dancing at the fais do do
   Long live, live for today
   Laissez, les bon temps roule

   So dance with the angels, dance in the circle of light
   To the songs of a heartbeat, songs in the rhythm of life
   The dream is there in the glow of her eyes
   Serene, the spell of her mystical fire
   Burn low, Girl Zydeco
 DOMINION BLUE

Oh, wash away the mountains
and cast the rocks upon the angry sea
Take the strength that was within me
and go where you will, into the ruin

And take away the forest
and burn the timber ever to the ground
Take the life that grew within me
and go where you will, across the moon

Oh, stop the rolling river
and turn the wellspring to a barren dust
Take the soul that flowed within me
and go where you will, Dominion Blue

And turn away the sorrows
that dwell within as witnesses to every passing day
I have reason to hear
the echo of a tear saying to you, Dominion Blue

Adieu, mon coeur du nord, adieu
 THREE SHIPS

   At the north of the sky
   where the spirits are crying in hymns
   and the anchors are crossed on the wings
   of a thousand (sea) farers lost

   In the arc of the glow
   on the water surrounding the deep and narrow
   as the tears of the angels
   turn to stone

   Keep a watch on the gales that are breaking below
   A watch at the eye of the storm
   For three ships will sail from the distances
   Hailing a light on the shore
 AND STILL REMAIN
 
   Angels of mercy descending
   to cover my eyes with a prayer
   Breaking from earth and ascending
   to fly on the winds ever fair
   Consumed by the fire,
   driven by the rain
   Until I weather the storms of the Erie,
   and still remain

   Madness is coming upon us
   cracking the wood and the beam
   Ragged and old is the canvass
   tearing apart at the seams
   Headlong in the blackness
   through hell and deep water the same
   Until I weather the storms of the Erie,
   and still remain

   Leave me alone in the darkness
   no sleep, no reward, no one saved
   Give up the ghost and the fortress
   no purpose disturbing their graves
   There is nothing beyond here
   and there is nothing that is sane
   Until I weather the storms of the Erie,
   and still remain
   UNTITLED

   I am a loner, a dreamer by trade
   and I can’t remember a dollar I made
   a hole in my shoes, a hole in my jeans,
   a hole in my head where my sense should be
   A poet, a prophet, a saint I once knew
   they’re dead now and I still have nothing to do
   so I am writing the words in the wee, early morn
   out of love, out of scorn

   A weaver of colours, a woman of life
   took spray from the ocean and made me a wife
   but tide soon ran out for us all the shore
   the woodlands seem safer for sure
   The birds all have flown to the south now it seems
   and winter is covering the spaces of dreams
   close the door, build the walls, let the curtains hang down
   and bring the circle around

   A young lad is wondering and kicking the stones
   in search of his shadow, his life to unfold
   with innocence flowing like rivers of wine
   he follows his angel divine
   And what will become of this idyllic peace,
   through love lost and anguish the nightmares increase
   tell a tale of the earth and of devils who reign
   and victims of sorrow of pain

   Come writers of wisdom, come painters of charm
   your days that are numbered must surely be harm
   the fantasies offered I laugh at with glee
   and witness your downfall for free
   And where are the values we held long ago
   they’re down at the bar where I feel I must go
   fair you well, you’d do well to look to yourselves
   instead of the idols you sell

   What angels of mercy, what choirs above
   can bring from the heavens a fountain of love
   the castaway sinners, the madness released
   will enter the portals un-ceased
   The reckless of youth and the wretched of all
   can no longer stand to the battle so cold
   turn your coat, bow your head and fall to your knees
   and bare your soul to the freeze

   The thunder clouds roll and the earth is to quake
   a life is to give and a life is to take
   the mountains are high and the oceans are deep
   and dangers surround my sleep
   Now where is the traveler to come be my guide
   without his assistance I surely must hide
   all the doubts and the fears of having to roam
   this far away from my home

   And I met an old man who looked just like me
   all wizened and ruined and drunk as can be
   he opened his book and he wrote out his life
   the pages were covered with strife
   And yet still a twinkle escaped from his eye
   a light in the forest, a star in the sky
   he could show me the way, but I was denied
   the reason to teach me why
      OH, SWEET MARY

   She was born in the thunder of a hurricane
   driven by an angry moon
   With the blood in her eyes
   as she rolled out on the bay
   Going straight for the heart, never turning to say
   will it self-destruct too soon
   And fired all of her guns
   across the line where we would lay

   It was the dark wind beauty of an autumn night
   in the cold New England rain
   That held us close by the shore
   warm in each other's sight
   But as the tides must turn and the gulls take flight
   lovers weep in vain
   And the storm clouds gather
   for a landfall at first light

   She was the red sky warning a November day
   driven by an angry moon
   With the blood in her eyes
   as she rolled out on the bay
   Going straight for the heart, never turning to say
   will it self-destruct too soon
   And fired all of her guns
   across the line where we would lay

   And my life is blowing away
   And your life just gets in the way
   Seasons change
   And I must go away

   And oh, Sweet Mary
   Come to carry me home