Athabasca has a hold onto its spring
And its rivers never seem to stop going
Follow back into past wintertime
Back to fall back to those early summer
When you find out what has already been found
And the currents are in need of better grounding
What do these parties ever mean to me
When they leave out decency till later
It was your father's grandfather's first fight
There's enough from yesterday so that you'll worry
When you find out about your history
And how they left out decency till later
Athabasca has a hold onto its spring
And its rivers never seem to stop going
Follow back into past wintertime
Back to fall back to those early summers
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Athabasca has a hold onto its spring
And its rivers never seem to stop going
Follow back into past wintertime
Back to fall back to those early summer
When you find out what has already been found
And the currents are in need of better grounding
What do these parties ever mean to me
When they leave out decency till later
It was your father's grandfather's first fight
There's enough from yesterday so that you'll worry
When you find out about your history
And how they left out decency till later
Athabasca has a hold onto its spring
And its rivers never seem to stop going
Follow back into past wintertime
Back to fall back to those early summers
And its rivers never seem to stop going
Follow back into past wintertime
Back to fall back to those early summer
When you find out what has already been found
And the currents are in need of better grounding
What do these parties ever mean to me
When they leave out decency till later
It was your father's grandfather's first fight
There's enough from yesterday so that you'll worry
When you find out about your history
And how they left out decency till later
Athabasca has a hold onto its spring
And its rivers never seem to stop going
Follow back into past wintertime
Back to fall back to those early summers