Up The River Cold~Songs From Mountains East And West

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Pamme Swan
2008-02-14
Pamme Swan

Story

Recorded at The Rich Grant Studio Hamilton NY Anne Leone on violin Up the River Cold A song for Noah John Rondeau

I've been doing a lot of reading this summer boning up on the many people that color the rich tapestry of history in the Adirondack mountains. After reading Noah John Rondeau Adirondack Hermit by Maitland C. De Sormo, I was inspired to write this story song for my performances this up coming summer at the Big Moose Inn. To help keep the spirit of Noah John alive in the hearts of mountain lovers and spirit of Noah John alive in the Adirondack wilderness.

Lyrics

 Noah John Adirondack man

Chose a solitary life few would understand

He left home on Jackson Hill in 1898

From the whip of his father to his isolated fate

Bonafide hermit was no pre-meditation

All he wanted was a fair wage and a good education

He left Big Fool American Buissness and organized religon

In a Sunday suit of deerskin went into hibernation

Noah John Noah John You have come to me

In your Everlasting stew and your eternity tea

Calendars set by stars and diaries in code

Thirty years of isoloation up the river cold

Living at Corey's he met the likes of Indian Dan

A hunter, A trapper, A fine fisherman

They wove sweet grass blankets and balsam pillows

Taught Noah the woodlore with bows and arrows

Abandoned blacksmith shop of Santa Clara Lumber

Noah built Cold River City in the town hall he would slumber

He lived in Firewood wigwams population one

Read books of astrology under a ice blue winter sun

Noah John Noah John You have come to me

I hear your violin and read your mountain poetry

Calendars set by stars and diaries in code

Thirty years of isolation up the river cold

With Doctors,and Loggers and Forty Sixers for friends

How could this man survive without a five and ten

From Monkeydom to Hermitdom they hiked with a cake

In from Plumleys general store 11 miles from Long Lake

A helicopter lifted Noah to his fame in New York City

With props from the wilderness gained much publicity

The novelty wore off Noah left the city streets

Back to Cold River and his primitve peace

No dogs on every corner No church bells in his ear

Just Junkos and Sparrows Night hawks and deer

Blue Mountain has him now and all his stories told

The life of Noah John Rondeau up the River cold

Noah John Noah John You have come to me

In the flora and the fauna of this mysterious beauty

Calendars set by stars and diaries in code

Thirty years of islolation up the river cold

Thirty years of isolation up the river cold

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