(feltenberger/badlees)



Well, he died at 39

Some kinda pill and homemade wine

He left his english bride

And a love he couldn't deny behind



Folks have come to say

He nearly gave the land away

He couldn't understand

How a man could own the land anyway



(chorus)

When grandpa had had his fill

He'd take a walk up old ore hill

To the land of a thousand shadows

And things would come around



From the day that he was born

The mountain had been his home

He'd sit late afternoon

Watch the shadows reach the moon alone



Then shewanakw-nan came

And things began to change

He dealt against his will

And moved down off the hill ashamed



(chorus)



Well, he died at 39

Glad to leave this world behind

Tired of holding on

To a place he didn't belong

To find.....



That grandpa had lost his will

To take a walk up old ore hill

To the land of a thousand shadows

And things would come around



(chorus)