This song is dedicated to my grandfather who trapped in the Foleyte area many years ago!
Lyrics
Red Pines (all words and music by Don Charbonneau) <br />
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My grandfather lived up here <br />
Almost seventy years ago <br />
Just up the road from where these Red Pines grow <br />
He trapped the land where the White Moose roam <br />
Where the White Moose roam <br />
<br />
His sons worked on the land <br />
Cruised the timber for the government man <br />
Fished for Pickerel and the Northern Pike <br />
On the waters of Ivanhoe Lake <br />
In the land where the White Moose roam <br />
<br />
My brothers work on this land <br />
Hunt the black bear with American men <br />
Fish these waters with hook and line <br />
On the shore where the Red Pines grow <br />
And the Pickerel feed all day long <br />
<br />
Now my sons work on this land <br />
Cut the timber from the power lines <br />
Fish for walleye and the Northern Pike <br />
With strangers from another land <br />
On the shore where the Red Pines grow <br />
<br />
I come here when the west wind blows <br />
To hear these Red Pines sing their song <br />
To hear these Red Pines sing their song <br />
I fish for Pickerel and the Northern Pike <br />