Fiddlehead fern on the back, on the heel
Oaks they sway to the breeze of my tune
It makes the sound so much sweeter about you
They go waltzing after midnight, around noon
Downy green, sew a pillow for my mind
Norway Pine, carve a boat for I can sail
Fly on back over the valleys down bellow
I can't wink without dreaming about you
Pipers run the ever-lapping salt sea
Hunting digs fill back up with water green
The path is wrote, only to be washed clean
Under the living, breathing water unseen
Fiddlehead fern on the back, on the heel
