Cree me a River - An Eastern Metis Classic
🎵 Cree Me a River (The Ottawa Lines)
(Verse 1)
Our Cree grandmothers rested by the Ottawa River shore. They loaded up the big canoes and walked the portage floor. But now the Red River councils draw a line across the map. They use the old white man’s laws to catch us in a trap. They look across the prairies from their Winnipeg throne. They say the eastern forest is a place they do not own.
(Chorus)
So Cree me a river, a little red river. Your cold colonial rules make our elders shiver. You tell us we aren't kin because of where the waters flow. But you're using British papers to tell us where to go. Cree me a river, a little red river. You cannot use a crown line to make our people shiver.
(Verse 2)
The blood inside our bodies does not care about your test. We share the ancient language from the east out to the west. But Red River says our history is nothing but a lie. They want to erase our heritage beneath the eastern sky. They claim we stole the culture, they say our roots are dead. While they follow the same boundaries the early settlers said.
(Chorus)
So Cree me a river, a little red river. Your cold colonial rules make our elders shiver. You tell us we aren't kin because of where the waters flow. But you're using British papers to tell us where to go. Cree me a river, a little red river. You cannot use a crown line to make our people shiver.
(Bridge)
We kept the fires burning when the woods were dark and deep. We kept the sacred stories that the government couldn't keep. Now our western brothers use the cards the crown designed. To lock their eastern cousins out and leave our names behind.
(Chorus)
So Cree me a river, a little red river. Your cold colonial rules make our elders shiver. You tell us we aren't kin because of where the waters flow. But you're using British papers to tell us where to go. Cree me a river, a little red river. You cannot use a crown line to make our people shiver.
(Outro)
The Ottawa River rises. The Red River flows wide. You cannot hide the truth of who we are inside. Cree me a river. We are still kin.
Copyright Birzard dit St. Germain Kinship 2026