The Legend Of Bobby Bird

The story of Bobby Bird
Ni'hio, ten years old
One of those who never returned
From those schools where souls were burned

Bobby lies in the dark, thinking how hard can it be...
For a tough, trapline kid like me
But its 200 kliks from the mighty town of La Ronge
Home through the bush
Saskatchewan

Cold and alone
Hear the wolves moan
For Bobby Bird
Go home Bobby Bird

It was late October when Bobby ran
From the kind of treatment, who could understand
They beat him every time he opened his mouth
They beat him on the back for speaking his tongue

Cold and alone
Hear the wolves moan
For Bobby Bird
Go home Bobby Bird

When he was identified
DNA down his mama's side
With a white tail deer bone
The story was known

Not cold and alone
Hear the wolves moan
For Bobby Bird
Come on, Bobby Bird

It took four days 'fore the brothers sent someone looking
Another dead Indian, not surprising
Bobby didn't think twice when he heard that truck on the road
He jumped that ditch into the woods he strode

Not cold and alone
Hear the wolves moan
For Bobby Bird
Come on, Bobby Bird

You can deny it was genocide
But the curse of this land still resides
In those vanished kids and their photo smiles

Never to return
For Bobby Bird
Come on, Bobby Bird
Not cold and alone
Hear the wolves moan