The breeding grounds lie up, up high up the rivers Rivers spawned by ocean water vaporized by the sun Condensed as snow, rain or mist they turned into mountain streams To shape the landscape as they grew into erosive mighty rivers
And the salmon go…
Up up up against the current they go Through fresh waters Swim, climb, jump – en route mortality In these fresh waters
They were born up high, up high up these rivers And journeyed down with the current to the lakes and the seas To spend their lives in the saline water of the oceans Preparing for the great journey home to the place they once were born
Up up up against the current they go Through fresh waters Swim, climb, jump - en route mortality In these fresh waters
Up up up against the current they go Through fresh waters Swim, climb, jump - there is no room for the weak In these fresh waters
They keep on going up to the spawning grounds They keep on jumping the falls
They grew from fry to parr to smolt to adult ocean salmon Now battling the rapids and the obstacles the river may present Eagles, humans, grizzly bears and seals awaiting every chance And as they reach their destination they spawn, deteriorate and die
Up up up against the current they go Through fresh waters Swim, climb, jump – en route mortality In these fresh waters
Up up up against the current they go Through fresh waters Swim, climb, jump – prespawn mortality In these fresh waters
Their rotting carcasses transfer nutrients To terrestrial wildlife and riparian woodlands And the cycle starts again
Fields florish, flowers bloom And everywhere life attracts life As all life on land depends on fresh water…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
