my mother’s from the land of snow
back in 1922 scarlet fever claimed a few
Roseline Chartrand was quick to go

at first came the orphanage
and the sisters with their discipline
whipped, beat and humiliate
forced to cry she held her head high

passed to a woman with no love or care
she changed her name and cut her hair
and that man raped you whenever he chose
cut your head open how the blood flows

she rode the white horse for 17 years
many of those were spent behind bars
rosey hues and shooting stars

and in her sleep she died one summer
it couldn’t have happened to a kinder mother
no more suffering and no more pain
no more living on the skids again

my mother’s from the land of snow