1972

It was 1972
Organic farmers
Living off the land
In Miracle Valley

Skipping stones on McConnell Creek
Me and my brothers
Singing all the songs we knew
Driving down Sylvester Road in that old truck called Blue
It was 1972

Sitting on the shores of Allan Lake
Drinking from the silent spring
Feeding the soil not the plant
Some know they will and some say they can’t

We were living off the land
And standing on sacred ground
We were proud to take a stand
And when the sun came shining through
The world felt so brand new
It was 1972

Driving down the I-5
Living in Dewdney Trunk
Rolling in the mud on Strawberry Island
Laughing with the family in the sun

Feeding the soil not the plant
Some know they will and some say they can’t

We were living off the land
And standing on sacred ground
We were proud to take a stand
And when the sun came shining through
The world felt so brand new
It was 1972
It was 1972
1972