Lyrics for the Marie-Anne LagimodiŤre Project

Back to Marie-Anne

all songs written by Charlie Sohmer

Carry Me Away

Our Father who in heaven art
Hallowed be thy name
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done
On earth as it is in heaven
On earth as it is in heaven

Every bit of news brings sad despair
This land I love grows cold and bare
And without a job to keep him here
Where am I to go
Where am I to go

I hear such gentle voices in my sleep
They call in tongues I cannot speak
Cross open plains where winds run free
They carry me away
They carry me away

 

God Knows Where

Marie-Anne LagimodiŤre
Heading west from Trois Rivieres
All my friends cry in despair
Never more to see me

Water whipping at my face
Paddles slapping at the waves
None survive to mark my grave
In God Knows

Where I am not some royalty with servants at her side
That none should dare talk to me at all
This world is wild and unforgiving
No one minds me dead or living
No one ever minds at all

I dare not waste my prayers too soon
Or test my faith like others do
My past is all I have to lose
In God Knows

Where I am not some royalty with servants at my side
That none should dare talk to me at all
This world is wild and unforgiving
No one minds me dead or living
No one ever minds at all

This forest like a silhouette
My body shivers cold and wet
The fifth canoe is missing yet
In God Knows

Where I rub my skin but cannot feel
The smell of death is dark and real
The fears I hid are now revealed
In God Knows Where

At least I knew a little love
A little light that shone above
But little never is enough
In God Knows Where

 

Itís Not For Myself

Itís not for myself I am calling
But for my children too young to know any fear
I do not ask for life everlasting
Just one bright star to lead them from here

I carry dreams of children yet born
That promises made one day will come true
Holding these beads tights against my heart
With every prayer that I knew

Itís not for myself I am calling
But for my children too young to know any fear
I do not look for life everlasting
Just one bright star to lead them from here

Itís not for myself I am calling
But for my children, a dream as big as the sky
They will fall when they reach, too far and too deep
Give them one sweet thought, to hold in their sleep

I do not speak of plans that we made
Nor of family we left long ago
I do not share him with lovers from the past
As long as I breathe, I know

Itís not for myself I am calling
But for my husband to keep him safe from all harm
I do not ask for furs or gold to line my purse
Just one more night to sleep in his arms

I may pass from this world too soon
Hungry for peace no greed could abide
Watching for a shadow crossing the field
Home is everywhere I hide

Itís not for myself I am calling
But for my husband to keep him safe from all harm
I do not ask for furs or gold to line my purse
Just one more night to sleep in his arms

 

Pas Comme Ca

I hear the distant drummer, like summer, long faded
Inside my heart is pounding, faster than I run
O Father wonít you guide me, running beside me
I pray you never leave me all alone

Pas comme ca, everybody warn me
Pas comme ca, turn and run
From the top of the tallest mountain
To the bottom of the bottomless swamp
Weíre all living in the shadow of a European war
Pas comme ca, pas encore

The snow came in so early, it burdened my journey
My enemies expect me farther up North
I left in late October, it felt like December,
The Southern route is slower, but I am driven on

In Montreal, the meeting, with Selkirk is fleeting
But he promises protection for the settlers, come the spring
Each night here by the fire, while snow drifts grow higher
I dream that Iím beside her, naked and warm

In Spring, with five companions, and bearing dispatches,
Weíre captured then abandoned, without clothing, food or guns
Now Iím not a man for begging, pardon or repenting
So Father please just tell her, I am on my way home

This fort they call Pembina is hardly worth the journey
But hungry leads to tired, and tired needs to rest
The fort filled with stories of settlers what were slaughtered
My family fell without me, I pray the end came quick

The summer passed so quiet, my shadow grows longer
How have I come so slowly to reckon with my loss
If I had wings less tired Iíd fly the Red River
Clinging only to the rumour my Marie-Anneís alive

 

Back to Marie-Anne