"What We Were Made Of" (Intro — guitare acoustique, harmonica, tempo medium) [Couplet 1] My grandfather built this house with his hands He planted the fields and he worked this land He prayed in a church at the end of the road And carried his faith like a man carries a load He didn't ask much — just a place and a name A language to speak and a fire in the frame He left me his tools and he left me his song And the right to belong where my people belong [Pré-refrain] This isn't about fear This isn't about walls This is about remembering Before the memory falls [Refrain] 🎵 Don't forget what we were made of The hands that built and the prayers that held Don't forget what we were made of The stories told and the bells that bells I'll respect your road If you'll respect mine We can share the table But the roots stay The roots stay mine 🎵 [Couplet 2] Now I hear voices that say let it go That the old ways are wrong and the new winds blow That tradition is guilt and that memory chains And that everything old is just somebody's pain But my grandmother's lullaby was not a crime And the bread that she baked was not a paradigm Her rosary beads and her kitchen and her songs Were as holy to her as whatever now belongs [Pré-refrain] I'm not saying my way Is the only true way I'm saying my way Has the right to stay [Refrain] 🎵 Don't forget what we were made of The hands that built and the prayers that held Don't forget what we were made of The stories told and the bells that spelled I'll respect your road If you'll respect mine We can share the table But the roots stay The roots stay mine 🎵 [Pont — voix seule, guitare acoustique, sobre] I'm not afraid of what you believe I'm not asking you to leave Bring your songs and bring your bread Bring the prayers inside your head But don't ask me to forget my own The language and the faith I've known Don't call respect a form of hate When I say — this too is great My ancestors were not perfect men They made their share of wrong back then But they loved this land with everything And that love — that love — means something It means something [Couplet 3] There's a child in this house who deserves to know Where the name she carries comes from — long ago The feasts of the year and the songs of the dead The faith of her people — the tears and the bread I won't teach her fear and I won't teach her pride I'll teach her the river and the other side I'll say — here is where you come from, here is your ground And the world is wide — but this is where you were found [Pré-refrain — plus fort] This isn't nostalgia This isn't a wall This is a foundation So she doesn't fall [Refrain final — plein, harmonica, tout le groupe] 🎵 Don't forget what we were made of The hands that built and the prayers that held Don't forget what we were made of The stories told — the lives that spelled I'll respect your road If you'll respect mine We can share the table We can share the wine But the roots stay The roots stay The roots stay mine 🎵 [Outro — harmonica seul, s'éteint doucement] My grandfather's hands My grandmother's song That's where I come from That's where I belong Not better than yours Just mine Just mine (harmonica s'arrête) (silence)