Forest grows up and then it burns down
And I am here in a ghost town
Jackpine cones release their seeds
Into the embers on the ground
Jackfish was a little town
Before the people moved on out
And walking amidst the bushes and the trees
I see ruined houses cars and memories
Japanese people were once sent here
To build the highway we hold so dear
There's a skeleton sitting on the tracks
Looks like a lynx or a mountain cat
The railroad spread like ivy vines
The flowers bloomed in their own time
Seasons pass and nothing stays
Flowers rot, the province changed
And here's the sound of a lonely train
Plaintively winding around the bay
I pick blueberries near the rocky shore
Nothing's gone there's only change
Nothing dies there's only change
Nothing dies there's only change
It doesn't have to die there's only change