From the Plains to the Delta

On the plains of Abraham the wheat bent low Cold wind coming off the St. Lawrence flow Little white church and a bell that rang French prayers rising in Acadian tongue Verse 2 Then the red coats came with papers in hand Said the King’s decree had claimed the land Families crying on the river shore Homes left standing with an open door Chorus From the plains of Abraham to the delta mud From the plains of Abraham to the delta mud Carried by tears and carried by blood Till Cajun hearts found a home they love Verse 3 Scattered like seed on a bitter tide Mothers and children pushed far and wide Some to the islands, some to the sea Some to the mouth of the Mississippi Now the fiddles cry where the bayou bends Old French words in the songs again Pain turned rhythm and sorrow turned sound Roots run deep in Louisiana ground Chorus From the plains of Abraham to the delta mud Chorus From the plains of Abraham to the delta mud From the plains of Abraham to the delta mud Carried by tears and carried by blood Till Cajun hearts found a home they love Des plaines d’Abraham au bayou Des plaines d’Abraham au bayou Les Acadiens sont venus Ils ont trouvé maison en Louisiane Laissez les bons temps rouler Down in the Louisiana clay