Arlette - Roseline lyrics

My mother's from the land of snow Back in 1922 scarlet fever claimed a few Roseline Chartrand was quick to go At first came the orphanage And the sisters with their discipline Whipped, beat and humiliate Forced to cry she held her head high Pa**ed to a woman with no love or care She changed her name and cut her hair And that man raped you whenever he chose Cut your head open how the blood flows She rode the white horse for 17 years Many of those were spent behind bars Rosey hues and shooting stars And in her sleep she died one summer It couldn't have happened to a kinder mother No more suffering and no more pain No more living on the skids again My mother's from the land of snow