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I just got the news from the coast of Labrador,
It blew in from the street through the locks on my front door;
Inside a shed a child dropped to the floor,
He died inhaling fumes on the coast of Labrador.
His family and his friends were torn from their home,
By contracts and lies issued from a throne;
First came the men, then the sound of fighter jets,
And the Innu they were pushed to a cold, cold inlet.
Where were you, where were you when the first bell did toll?
I was in the tower, I was praying for my soul;
Where were you, where were you when the first cry did sound?
I was in my chambers, I was polishing the crown;
I had to draw a line, I had to close my door,
Now the chill is blasting in from the coast of Labrador.
Up on Parliament Hill no money could be found,
And no printing press would turn until a body was underground;
Like hollow men they stand, they've got blood on every hand,
Heads stuffed with straw and their hearts stuffed with sand.
Where were you, where were you when the first bell did toll?
I was in the tower, I was praying for my soul;
Where were you, where were you when the first cry did sound?
I was in my chambers, I was polishing the crown;
I had to draw a line, I had to close my door,
Now the chill is blasting in from the coast of Labrador.
An Eagle takes the wing and he flies into the sun,
He carries in his throat the suffering of one
Who lies beyond a prayer and he lies beyond the crown,
He lies with his future in the cold, cold ground.
Where were you, where were you when the first cry did sound?
I was in my chambers, I was writing this song down.
