Snow falls soft on Wolverine trails.
Wind hums low through the valley veils.
Kinuseo stands in frozen spray.
Guarding the dawn of a broken day.
Harbor Street feels quiet now.
Familiar faces, heads bowed down.
But beneath these peaks so high and wide.
There’s a faithful strength we cannot hide.
Raise your light over the Murray tonight.
Let it shine through the northern sky bright.
From the foothills strong to the pine tree line.
Your heart is held and your hand in mine.
Through coal-black night and winter’s cry.
We lean on grace we can’t deny.
In Tumbler Ridge, though tears may fall.
God walks these streets and holds us all.
Candles glow in frosted glass.
Prayers rise up like breath that lasts.
Church bells ring through February air.
Calling heaven to meet us there.
By Quality Falls and Flatbed Creek.
In every hug, the hope we seek.
A town this small feels every scar.
But faith reminds us who we are.
Raise your light over the Murray tonight.
Let it burn where the eagles fly.
Through the longest dark of winter’s seam.
We hold to love. We hold to dream.
In Tumbler Ridge, through pain we stand.
Guided by a greater hand.
Over the valley, steady and small.
God walks these streets and holds us all.
Bless the hurting.
Bless the brave.
Bless the memories we still save.
Bless the children. Bless this land.
Wrap this town in Your steady hand.
Raise your light to the mountain side.
Where the northern lights still dance and glide.
Though sorrow walks these streets today.
It will not forever stay.
Over the Murray, bright and clear.
Faith is louder than our fear.
Through the dark, His mercy shines.
Hope still rises in these pines.