Squamish Five

Up on the road where the cedars lean,

Five young hearts on a mushroom dream,

They saw the smoke,

they made the fire,

They took down the red hot video spire.

Howe Sound rolled under winter rain,

Anger ran like a mountain train,

But when you strike at the machine,

You may not like the smoke you've seen.

Squamish Five, keep the dream alive,

Through the smoke and the power lines,

Raise your voice, let the old ghosts rise,

Squamish Five, still alive tonight.

Cold War money, missile names,

Factory walls and deadly games,

They said the future had been sold,

They said the world was bought and cold.

But fire is blind and fire is fast,

It burns the future with the past,

The sirens cried, the headlines came,

And no one walked away the same.

Some called it courage,

some called it crime,

Some still argue after all this time,

But every cause must face the test: Does rage bring justice,

or unrest?

Now Woodfibre waits by the sea,

Selling fire as destiny,

Howe Sound whispers through the rain,

"Will that old spirit rise again?" Not for bombs and not for

flame, But for courage with another name,

Waiting for the five to return,

Not to destroy — but to make hearts burn.

Squamish Five, keep the dream alive,

Through the smoke and the power lines,

Raise your voice, let the old ghosts rise,

Squamish Five, still alive tonight.

By Woodfiber, the cold waves shine,

Tankers dream in a corporate line,

We wait for courage,

fierce and true, The energy of the five made new.