CANOE SONG
Take me where the loons are calling
Mist in the morning, smell of pine
Whiskeyjack wake me up
Send me out with a fishing line
Give me a canoe and let me go
Up past Waskesui to the Wabinow
Give me a canoe and let me go
Take me where the loons are calling
Lake like glass and a starlit sky
Smell of a small campfire burning
Sit and watch the embers die
Give me a canoe and let me go
Up past Waskesui to the Wabinow
Give me a canoe and let me go
Out past Waskesui to the Wabinow
Give me a canoe and let me go
from Wood River
©1992 Word of Mouth Music