written by Suzanne Campagne, Connie Kaldor & Paul Campagne
Mud brick shanties
On the wrong side of town
Glossed by the rain
And the tears coming down
Oh Danny, oh Danny
He smelled of smoke
From the old wood stoves
We were little white girls
With all the right clothes
Oh Danny, oh Danny
He was shy
Never looked you in the eyes
But I saw much later
His were blue as the sky
Danny
Everyone agrees
And everyone applauds
When the nuns take them in
'Cause they're the children of God
Oh Danny, oh Danny
It was the leather strap
When the white kids stole
But when Danny did
We had to pray for his soul
Oh Danny, oh Danny
He was shy
Never looked you in the eyes
But we saw much later
His were blue as the sky
Danny
Half-breeds knew about stone cold hearts
Being alone, being set apart
Danny knew about shame and fists
Being Métis wasn't always like this
Black hair
Indian style
He broke triple-jump records
Ran a four-minute mile
Oh Danny, oh Danny
I danced with him once
On a dare, on a bluff
He spit on his hands
'Said they weren't white enough
Oh Danny, oh Danny
He was shy
Never looked you in the eyes
But we saw much later
His were blue as the sky
Danny
Danny Gaudry
from Nouvelle-France
©1998 Highway 13 Musique / Folle Avoine Productions, Homestead Musique, Word of Mouth Music