Evangeline

This is the forest primeval – as the poet said
Beneath the murmuring pines, I stand,
Deep voice of old man ocean says
We were scattered like dust and leaves,
In the wind, of October’s wake,
Oh my love, Evangeline, these promises I make

Silver mists of meadows in the morning,
Waiting for the moon to rise
Love blossomed under lovely stars,
I can see it in your eyes
Evangaline she waits for the ‘morrow,
to wed her beloved
Evangaline, I long for you, I am waiting to be one

We open on the golden gates of morning,
to begin the story we will tell
Of the fair Evangeline and Her Gabriel
The ships lay anchor, the soldiers came,
on their wedding day
And issued the proclamation,
If you are Acadie, you must go away

They marched the men down the street,
to ships that would sail away
They took everything from us,
like the the promises we made
And though I am just a blacksmith’s son,
I will send for you
You will find me in a distant land,
and I will wait for you

As the fire dwindled on the shore,
we watch the ships sail from old Grand Pre
They took them to a far off land,
where the big river meets the sea
We sent word, to follow us, to find us to find us and be free
when I will see you again my love, my love, Evangeline

The hours turned to days,
and the months turned into years
I could not take another minute,
if I continued to wait here
So I searched and Rambled and Asked of you, Evangeline what is your fate?
Meet me beneath the Oaken Boughs,
of St Martins Gate

Echoes of pain and silence,
sometimes I feel you are near
I swear I hear your voice sometimes, calling through the air
You call for me, Gabriel my love,
I wonder what is your fate ?
My heart carries on, but time did steal,
you, away from me

Then some word in Philadelphia,
a woman said I think I met your man
Searching for Evangeline,
across these distant lands,
She gave her, their mare, and they said this nag, had served them well
She will get you there to St Martinsville,
to hear your wedding bells

You missed me by a week or so,
As I left to join the war
To rid the land of tyranny,
to be free for ever more
Evangeline I pine for you,
since our wedding day
But now they send my broken body,
back to New Acadi-a

In St. Martins Parish, under oaken boughs,
I see a vision of an Angel,
she comes and holds me now
It’s Evangeline, she takes his hand,
and kissed his dying lips
He’d found his love, as his life passed on, thru her fingertips

A love was lost,
and a long lost love was found
2 lovers now they lay asleep,
beneath the church courtyard ground
When starlight falls, the tides of life,
they ebb and flow
The ocean speaks, the forest cries,
this story it is told.