Lyrics: Buffalo Beans and Bluebells (song)

This song is a reflection on Canada’s 150th birthday (sesquicentennial). It is also a tribute to homesteaders who helped build our country, including my grandparents, and especially my grandma who, like other homestead women, worked like a horse.

She taught me about the beauty of humble prairie flowers that grew in the meadow beside her house.  Her favourites were:

Buffalo beans and bluebells,
Prairie flowers she loved so well.
Grandma told me ’bout the early ways.
Sing me back to the good old days.

Got a dozen chicks, traded for a bedspread,
A meagre start for their humble homestead.
Grandpa worked afar; Grandma milked the cows.
Homestead life was hard, follow horse and plow.

Bluebells and buffalo beans,
What does homestead life really mean?
Washing clothes on an old scrub board.
No small luxuries could they afford.

Homesteaders all, dreamed big dreams
And with their sweat, they sewed the seams
Of the fabric of Canada, we all call home.
Our people before us, worked fingers to the bone.

Buffalo beans and bluebells,
Sparsely grow the flowers Grandma loved so well.
They call it progress. We’ve all had a hand
In the actions and events that shaped our land.

Bridge
Canada’s history, 150 years:
Our country was built on love, sweat and tears.
I’m proud to be Canadian, and all that it means.
To me it’s bluebells and buffalo beans.

Buffalo beans and bluebells,
Prairie flowers she loved so well.
Grandma told me ’bout the early ways.
Sing me back to the good old days.