People tell me that I gotta go And then they say I gotta stay I've gotta move on when the river flows And they cannot make me wait I'm only doing what I want to do They don't see eye to eye with me With no idea what I'm going through Or who I really want to be And it's cold outside all the time
People of the deer Summer is here You've done the grind of wintertime Year after year
Keep me out of visibility Out of sight out of mind Expose a system of hostility We never leave our past behind I feel the spirit moving through me Windy river open wide Read the warning signs above me The inter continent divide Is cold outside all the time
People of the deer Summer is here You're done the grind of wintertime And soup stone souvenirs And it's cold outside all the time
Year after year
People of the deer Summer is here You've done the grind of wintertime Year after year
And it's cold outside all the time And it's cold outside all the time It's cold outside all the time
Compositores: Robert Gordon Sinclair, Sean Patrick Dalton, John Angus Callaghan Macdonald, Jack Kalon Syperek, Colin Kirk Macdonald (Colin Macdonald) ECAD: Obra #23466840