The story of Bobby Bird
He was ni'hio, ten years old
One of those who never returned
From those schools where souls were burned
Bobby lies in the dark, thinkin'
How hard can it be…
For a tough, trapline kid like me?
But its 200 kliks from the mighty town of La Ronge
Home through the bush
Saskatchewan
Cold and Alone Bone for Bone
Bobby Bird go home Bobby Bird
It was late October when Bobby ran
From the kind of treatment, who could understand
They beat him every time he opened his mouth
They beat him on the back
For speakin' his tongue
Ni'hio, Ni'hi yewup'kh
Cold and Alone Bone for Bone
Bobby Bird go home Bobby Bird
When he was identified
DNA down his mama's side
With a white tail deer bone
The story was KNOWN
Not cold and alone
Hear the wolves moan
With Bobby Bird
It took four days ‘fore the brothers
Sent someone lookin'
Another dead Indian, not surprisin'
Bobby didn't think twice
When he heard that truck on the road
He jumped that ditch
Into the woods he strode
NOT cold and alone
Hear the wolves moan
With Bobby Bird
You can deny it was genocide
But the curse of this land still resides
In those vanished kids and their photo SMILES
Never to return, with Bobby Bird
NOT cold and alone
Hear the wolves moan