The Band: Acadian Driftwood

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Acadian Driftwood

The war was over and the spirit was broken
The hills were smoking as the men withdrew
We stood on the cliffs, oh, and watched the ships
Slowly sinking to their rendezvous

They signed a treaty and our homes were taken
Loved ones forsaken they didn't give a damn
Try to raise a family; end up the enemy
Over what went down on the Plains of Abraham

CHORUS: Acadian driftwood, gypsy tailwind
They call my home the land of snow
Canadian cold front moving in
What a way to ride, oh, what a way to go

Then some returned to the motherland
The high command had them cast away
Some stayed on to finish what they started
They never parted, they're just built that way

We had kin living south of the border
They're a little older and they've been around
They wrote in a letter, life is whole lot better
So pull up your stakes, children, and come on down

CHORUS: Acadian driftwood, gypsy tailwind
They call my home the land of snow
Canadian cold front moving in
What a way to ride, oh, what a way to go

Fifteen under zero when the day became a threat
My clothes were wet and I was drenched to the bone
Been out ice-fishing, too much repetition
Make a man want to leave the only home he's known

Sailed out of the gulf heading for St. Pierre
Nothing to declare, all we had was gone
Broke down along the coast, but what hurt the most
When the people there said, "You'd better keep moving on."

CHORUS: Acadian driftwood, gypsy tail wind
They call my home the land of snow
Canadian cold front moving in
What a way to ride, oh, what a way to go

Everlasting summer filled with ill-content
This government had us walking in chains
This isn't my turf; this ain't my season
Can't think of one good reason to remain

I've worked in the sugar fields up from New Orleans
It was evergreen up until the floods
You could call it an omen, points ya where you're going
Set my compass north, I got winter in my blood

CHORUS: Acadian driftwood, gypsy tailwind
They call my home the land of snow
Canadian cold front moving in
What a way to ride, oh, what a way to go

In French: Sais-tu Acadie, j'ai mal du pays
Ta neige Acadie, fait des larmes au soleil
J'arrive Acadie, teedle um, teedle um, teedle oh



























songwriter: Robbie Robertson

performed by: The Band

date released: 1975 by The Band from the album, "Northern Lights, Southern Cross"

It has been argued by contemporary music historians that "Acadian Driftwood" was Robbie Robertson's magnum opus as a songwriter.

Any discussion of Acadian Driftwood starts with the line: "Canadian cold front moving in." As a noted scholar interprets, the metaphor sets a tone of "an alien force moving in." And that is precisely what happened to the French colony of Acadia as it was expelled by the British in Canada in 1755 after the Seven Years War broke out. All the Acadians' lands, tenements, cattle and other chattels were forfeit to the British Crown. Until dispersal to the distant colonies by vessels, the Acadians were imprisoned awaiting their transport. This event was a heinous act of ethnic-cleansing which stains the history of Canada.

Read more at:

http://theband.hiof.no/articles/acadian_driftwood_viney.html

This blogger advises to sit back and watch the video for great images of the Acadian culture and diaspora to Louisiana.
















Acadian Driftwood

The war was over and the spirit was broken
The hills were smoking as the men withdrew
We stood on the cliffs, oh, and watched the ships
Slowly sinking to their rendezvous

They signed a treaty and our homes were taken
Loved ones forsaken they didn't give a damn
Try to raise a family; end up the enemy
Over what went down on the Plains of Abraham

CHORUS: Acadian driftwood, gypsy tailwind
They call my home the land of snow
Canadian cold front moving in
What a way to ride, oh, what a way to go

Then some returned to the motherland
The high command had them cast away
Some stayed on to finish what they started
They never parted, they're just built that way

We had kin living south of the border
They're a little older and they've been around
They wrote in a letter, life is whole lot better
So pull up your stakes, children, and come on down

CHORUS: Acadian driftwood, gypsy tailwind
They call my home the land of snow
Canadian cold front moving in
What a way to ride, oh, what a way to go

Fifteen under zero when the day became a threat
My clothes were wet and I was drenched to the bone
Been out ice-fishing, too much repetition
Make a man want to leave the only home he's known

Sailed out of the gulf heading for St. Pierre
Nothing to declare, all we had was gone
Broke down along the coast, but what hurt the most
When the people there said, "You'd better keep moving on."

CHORUS: Acadian driftwood, gypsy tail wind
They call my home the land of snow
Canadian cold front moving in
What a way to ride, oh, what a way to go

Everlasting summer filled with ill-content
This government had us walking in chains
This isn't my turf; this ain't my season
Can't think of one good reason to remain

I've worked in the sugar fields up from New Orleans
It was evergreen up until the floods
You could call it an omen, points ya where you're going
Set my compass north, I got winter in my blood

CHORUS: Acadian driftwood, gypsy tailwind
They call my home the land of snow
Canadian cold front moving in
What a way to ride, oh, what a way to go

In French: Sais-tu Acadie, j'ai mal du pays
Ta neige Acadie, fait des larmes au soleil
J'arrive Acadie, teedle um, teedle um, teedle oh



























songwriter: Robbie Robertson

performed by: The Band

date released: 1975 by The Band from the album, "Northern Lights, Southern Cross"

It has been argued by contemporary music historians that "Acadian Driftwood" was Robbie Robertson's magnum opus as a songwriter.

Any discussion of Acadian Driftwood starts with the line: "Canadian cold front moving in." As a noted scholar interprets, the metaphor sets a tone of "an alien force moving in." And that is precisely what happened to the French colony of Acadia as it was expelled by the British in Canada in 1755 after the Seven Years War broke out. All the Acadians' lands, tenements, cattle and other chattels were forfeit to the British Crown. Until dispersal to the distant colonies by vessels, the Acadians were imprisoned awaiting their transport. This event was a heinous act of ethnic-cleansing which stains the history of Canada.

Read more at:

http://theband.hiof.no/articles/acadian_driftwood_viney.html

This blogger advises to sit back and watch the video for great images of the Acadian culture and diaspora to Louisiana.
















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Quiz #: 6754
Robbie Robertson paints a musical portrait of the expulsion of the Acadians after the battles between the English and the French.
Quiz by: Sharon Michiko Yoneda
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