(Daniel Lanois)

Well I work the double shift 
In  a bookstore on St. Clair 
While he pushed the burning ingots 
In Dofasco stinking air 
Where the truth bites and stings 
I remember just what we were 
As the noon bell rings for 
Blackhawk and the white winged dove 

Hold on to your aching heart 
I'll wipe the liquor from your lips 
A small town hero never dies 
He fades a bit and then he slips 
Down into the blast furnace 
In the heat of the open hearth 
And at the punch clock he remembers 
Blackhawk and the white winged dove 

I remember your leather boots 
Pointing up into the sky 
We fell down to our knees 
Over there where the grass grew high 
Love hunters in the night 
Our faces turned into the wind 
Blackhawk where are you know 
Blackhawk and the white winged dove 
We were Blackhawk where are you know 
We were Blackhawk where are you know 

Do you still have the ring I gave you 
On the banks of Lake Bear 
Where I felt certain that I knew you 
My cool and distant debonair 
Now we drink at Liberty Station 
Another cup of muscatel 
Wrapped in the strong arms of the Union 
Raisin' kids from raisin' hell