Where the rugged cliffs rise high, and the northern winds do roar,
Lived the Beothuk people, with traditions at their core.
With mamateeks they sheltered, through the winters fierce and cold,
And in spring, they painted stories, in red ochre bold.
The red ochre heartbeat, echoes through the years,
In the forests and the rivers, where they faced their fears.
From the caribou's swift journey to the seals in the sea,
The spirit of the Beothuk lives eternally.
They followed nature's rhythm, from the land and from the sea,
Hunting caribou in autumn, fishing rivers wild and free.
With birch bark and with sealskin, they built canoes to glide,
On the waters of their homeland, in which they took great pride.
The red ochre heartbeat, echoes through the years,
In the forests and the rivers, where they faced their fears.
From the caribou's swift journey to the seals in the sea,
The spirit of the Beothuk lives eternally.
But as the settlers landed, bringing change and bringing strife,
The Beothuk moved to silence, fading shadows of their life.
Yet their songs are whispered, in the winds that gently blow,
Tales of their endurance, in the land they loved and know.
The red ochre heartbeat, echoes through the years,
In the forests and the rivers, where they faced their fears.
From the caribou's swift journey to the seals in the sea,
The spirit of the Beothuk lives eternally.
In the quiet of the twilight, when the stars begin to glow,
Think of the Beothuk people, and the legacy they show.
For in every rustling leaf, and every wave that meets the land,
The heart of the Beothuk beats, in the soul of Newfoundland.
Eh I By - Red Ochre Heartbeat Lyrics
Eh I By - Red Ochre Heartbeat Lyrics
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Where the rugged cliffs rise high, and the northern winds do roar,
Lived the Beothuk people, with traditions at their core.
With mamateeks they sheltered, through the winters fierce and cold,
And in spring, they painted stories, in red ochre bold.
The red ochre heartbeat, echoes through the years,
In the forests and the rivers, where they faced their fears.
From the caribou's swift journey to the seals in the sea,
The spirit of the Beothuk lives eternally.
They followed nature's rhythm, from the land and from the sea,
Hunting caribou in autumn, fishing rivers wild and free.
With birch bark and with sealskin, they built canoes to glide,
On the waters of their homeland, in which they took great pride.
The red ochre heartbeat, echoes through the years,
In the forests and the rivers, where they faced their fears.
From the caribou's swift journey to the seals in the sea,
The spirit of the Beothuk lives eternally.
But as the settlers landed, bringing change and bringing strife,
The Beothuk moved to silence, fading shadows of their life.
Yet their songs are whispered, in the winds that gently blow,
Tales of their endurance, in the land they loved and know.
The red ochre heartbeat, echoes through the years,
In the forests and the rivers, where they faced their fears.
From the caribou's swift journey to the seals in the sea,
The spirit of the Beothuk lives eternally.
In the quiet of the twilight, when the stars begin to glow,
Think of the Beothuk people, and the legacy they show.
For in every rustling leaf, and every wave that meets the land,
The heart of the Beothuk beats, in the soul of Newfoundland.
Lived the Beothuk people, with traditions at their core.
With mamateeks they sheltered, through the winters fierce and cold,
And in spring, they painted stories, in red ochre bold.
The red ochre heartbeat, echoes through the years,
In the forests and the rivers, where they faced their fears.
From the caribou's swift journey to the seals in the sea,
The spirit of the Beothuk lives eternally.
They followed nature's rhythm, from the land and from the sea,
Hunting caribou in autumn, fishing rivers wild and free.
With birch bark and with sealskin, they built canoes to glide,
On the waters of their homeland, in which they took great pride.
The red ochre heartbeat, echoes through the years,
In the forests and the rivers, where they faced their fears.
From the caribou's swift journey to the seals in the sea,
The spirit of the Beothuk lives eternally.
But as the settlers landed, bringing change and bringing strife,
The Beothuk moved to silence, fading shadows of their life.
Yet their songs are whispered, in the winds that gently blow,
Tales of their endurance, in the land they loved and know.
The red ochre heartbeat, echoes through the years,
In the forests and the rivers, where they faced their fears.
From the caribou's swift journey to the seals in the sea,
The spirit of the Beothuk lives eternally.
In the quiet of the twilight, when the stars begin to glow,
Think of the Beothuk people, and the legacy they show.
For in every rustling leaf, and every wave that meets the land,
The heart of the Beothuk beats, in the soul of Newfoundland.
Writer: Benjamin Sturge
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC