Lyrics

Honoré's huddled near East Fifty-Third His life in a pile not too far from the curb It's come down to this place, but he's not deterred Honoré huddled near East Fifty-Third Honoré sits on the lower east side He's lost about everything except for his pride A man with a vision, the vision's denied Honoré sits on the lower east side They used to say Honoré wasn't all there He'd a penchant for speeches and thousand-yard stares They said that he'd fought when some half-breeds rebelled Sometimes he would weep and he'd whisper "Riel" Honoré's buried in some pauper's grave Of his archives there wasn't much left to be saved Fourty-nine boxes of books hauled away And a deed for some land in a place called Duck Lake Honoré was all he said so it seems The last act of life left him far from his dreams They took it away it can't be redeemed Honoré as all he said so it seems They used to say Honoré wasn't all there He'd a penchant for speeches and thousand-yard stares They said that he'd fought when some half-breeds rebelled Sometimes he would weep and he'd whisper "Riel" Sometimes he would weep and he'd whisper "Riel"