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Another Chance
03:48
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Another Chance, Marc Audet
If I …. had another chance
To ask a question of romance
I would not hesitate, I’d put the question face to face
Hey, what do you say?
This warm day in May
May I take your hand, for this one last dance?
If I had to go back to school
To learn more of life and golden rule
I’d be a doctor, or an engineer
I’d sell my treasures by pawn
I’d study dusk to dawn
And graduate with colours of success
If I had to quit my lousy job
And start again, in some other form
I’d turn to the work I really love
Working with my hands
Keeping open plans
Working for the time to be had
If I had to leave my home town
A train I’d catch to run on down
Down the coast as far as the rail lines run
And there I’d stop to stay
Make some time to play
Learn of life, and surely make new friends
But if I had to chose my love again
It’s you I’d pick, forever friend
And so we sit and contemplate
The times that we’ve had
Both good times and bad
The future’s left ahead, and that’s for sure
The times that we’ve had
Both good times and bad
The future’s left ahead, and that’s for sure
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2. |
Hear You Sing
04:45
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Hear You Sing, Marc Audet
If I ever knew, knew just what to say
Would you follow me, and would you wanna stay
And if I thought of one, or if I thought of two
Yaaaaaa, silence sung by you
And every single time, the story has be told
Would you listen in, and with me grow old
Or would the river dry, with sand banks end to end
I can see the ink, that your thoughts surely send
Yaaaaa, your thoughts surely send
I hear voices telling me, telling me to run
Run so far away, far away from here
But if I chose to stay, would the grey turn blue
Would the north winds stall, call the critics fools
Yaaaaa, call the critics fools
I can feel you now, your presence in my soul
I feel that we can stand, hills and valleys old
Our river never ends, winter summer spring
If story had be told, I live to hear you sing
Yaaaaa, I live to hear you sing
I live to hear you sing
Yaaaaa, I live to hear you sing
I live to hear you sing
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3. |
Holden Pond
04:05
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Holden Pond, Marc Audet
It was time, they said, for progress to be made
The survey done back in nineteen twenty nine
Farms and towns and even lakes and streams
They were all, to be, given to my dreams
But I will never forget my land
My feet still feel the stones and the sand
I will never forget my land
I still see the patterns of her hand
Landscape seen by peoples long of past
For thousands of years, the deep valley cast
The sounds and smells and sights of age
But the time had come with promise and with wage
But I will never forget my land
My feet still feel the stones and the sand
I will never forget my land
I still see the patterns of her hand
Every day the waters rise
Cold still blanket, our demise
Friends of far, and distant cries
Forever gone, under ... blackened light
The church steps rest, with the fences and the roads
Empty fields, and our hearts of heavy load
The houses moved, and new plots to be had
But the spirits stayed, their absence left us sad
But I will never forget my land
My feet still feel the stones and the sand
I will never forget my land
I still see the patterns of her hand
Every day the waters rise, Cold still blanket, Our demise
Friends of far, and distant cries, Forever gone, blackened light
Forever gone, under ... blackened light
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4. |
la Riviere
04:09
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La Riviere, Marc Audet
The river flows, from north to south
From streams of slight, to never doubt
Upon this route, come men of force
Carrying furs of size, from lands of north
Tales of wild, times of blight
Endure the cold, few sleep at night
Crates of supplies, carried over land
Hardship beared, traditions ran
This is the blood of our ancestral past
Times of frontier, times of first flight
Tracks of these men, are marked in the stones
Of the riverbed shaped by ages of flow
From Thunder Bay, to Montreal
Along the Manitou and Mattawa
The Outaouis, brought scents of home
Charging south, as winter fell
This is the blood of our ancestral past
Times of frontier, times of first flight
Tracks of these men, are marked in the stones
Of the riverbed shaped by ages of flow
And as they dug, their paddles deep
Came songs of march, surpass defeat
These songs still sound, in echoes round
Round the river bend, past the point of south
This is the blood of our ancestral past
Times of frontier, times of first flight
Tracks of these men, are marked in the stones
Of the riverbed shaped by ages of flow
Of the riverbed shaped by ages of flow
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5. |
Not Forgotten
04:32
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Not Forgotten, Marc Audet
Life was thin, but efforts made
Traditions ran, with music played
Men at camps, for timber cut
This cycle ran, at times with luck
Now I wonder
I wonder how it felt
Spirits, left to others
A cold hand that was dealt
Steamboat wharfs and stage coach lines
And then automobiles and highway lines
More fields cleared as families spread
The cycle made this life content
Now I wonder, I wonder how it felt
Spirits, left to others, a cold hand that was dealt
Like a stream without water, or a child without laughter
It was then, and thereafter, but the truth is not forgotten
The survey crews, then the Government
With papers held, t’was their land then
Values paid and new lands held
But a coldness followed, I can tell
Homesteads gone, most fields grown in
And in the middle of it all, a factory stands
Concrete towers, but ancient eyes
Watch while keeping perfect time
Now, I wonder, I wonder how it felt
Spirits, left to others, a cold hand that was dealt
Like a stream without water, or a child without laughter
It was then, and thereafter, but the truth is not forgotten ...
Now, I wonder, I wonder how it felt
Spirits, left to others, a cold hand that was dealt
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6. |
Stone Fences
03:37
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Stone Fences, Marc Audet
Arrived with hope, from distant lands
Promise of wealth, grown from this land
Forests to clear, and stones to pile
Sheds to build, well to install
I toil for you
I sweat for you
I bleed for you, from this land
I will make do
I must come through
I sing for you, from this land
First winter was hard, barely a barn
One horse and two cows, potatoes and lard
Faith was strong, and help was nearby
No rest for the wary, forever must try
I toil for you
I sweat for you
I bleed for you, from this land
I will make do
I must come through
I sing for you, from this land
Five years on land, most fields had been cleared
Stone fences were small, crops were sincere
Children were growing, and soon they would work
Eight backs in the field, with horses of worth
I toil for you
I sweat for you
I bleed for you, from this land
I will make do
I must come through
I sing for you, from this land
Twenty years on, the fences were tall
Crops were secure, the farm had most all
Prosperity, it came and went
With the floods and the droughts, of lands mostly spent
I toil for you
I sweat for you
I bleed for you, from this land
I will make do
I must come through
I sing for you, from this land
A century gone by, the fields are at rest
Houses collapsed, the tools are of rust
Trees have reclaimed, the lands of sod
But the stone fences stand, marking the cross
I toil for you
I sweat for you
I bleed for you, from this land
I will make do
I must come through
I sing for you, from this land
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7. |
Close to Home
03:32
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Close to Home, Marc Audet [SOCAN]
A lifetime in, this quiet town
The friendships made, the pleasures found
The beach sand drags, as I slowly walk each way
Friends I see, friends they wave
A smile, a nod, goes a long long way
This town is home, it’s still much the same
With winding streets and backyard lanes
This place is me, I can’t explain
It’s good to know these things don’t have to end
Cause I’m, going to be, close to home
That place to be just down the road
It’s going to be my new home
The winters come, with snowbanks tall
Bundled warm, don’t slip and fall
But March brings in, that long warming sun
The garden’s ripe, with food to spare
This love of life, it what we share
Those decades pass, like the silent depth of snow
A lifetime in this quiet town
The place is me, I have found
It’s good to know these things don’t have to end
Cause I’m, going to be, close to home
That place to be just down the road
It’s going to be my new home
A lifetime in this quiet town
The friendships made, the pleasures found
It’s good to know these things don’t have to end
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Marc Audet Deep River, Ontario
Marc Audet is a Canadian folk music singer/songwriter. In many songs, Marc pays tribute to the heritage of the Ottawa Valley. His discology includes 4 albums: The River, 2019, Forgotten Memories (live folklore album), 2021, Open Water, 2023, and Those Days, 2024. Musically, Marc Audet has something to say. Visit www.marcaudetmusic.com for more information. ... more
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