She is a place, I've heard it spoken Where people fish and dance and sing A place they gather all together She heard them call her Bawating And she might watch you meet your love or go to war And she might pull you down into her cold embrace For these were days of dangerous rocks and rushing water When bravery and skill gave you your face She is a mother with two daughters Twin sisters split by a decree You know she holds their names inside her St. Mary's river, Sault Ste. Marie And when you stand on one side you can see the other Their mother all that's in between Do you think those sisters ever think of one another As they watch their stories flow by endlessly? I wonder should I think about her? All she ever seems to do is change Still she has got a kind of power There's something there that still remains She is a place, I've heard it spoken A place where people gather still She gives them beauty and her power She always did, she always will