A few acres of snow
a desolate land of ice and snow
the true and strong north, proud and free
the land of the evening star
A man crosses the plains
Searching for identity, searching for his means
He's looking for guidance: who then are we?
But gone from here his ancestors long are they
Through a few acres of snow
Had they treaded and forged their path
Through river, snow, mountain and field
A frontier was made and secured without fear
And out of it rose a folk; the new world awoke
In the spring through every new sown seed
A folk who had dwelled, struggled, survived
On just A Few Acres of Snow
A few acres of snow
an undesirable land of ice and snow
No desire for what? unfit for whom?
They who went A mari ad mare ad mare?
Twenty thousand men stormed the
plain in old world Europa in 1917
Instilling the freedom, instilling
the means, the freedom of the fabled
A few acres of snow...