The Canoe

The Canoe 

Young mother your time has come

Walk down the forest 

By the river you’ve made

To the void

The void we all know and come from

Oh spirit child you are called

Row down the river 

On your birch bark canoe made of love

And your mothers body

Her song is your sail

Call on the ancient memory guiding you here

I’m lighting candles for you drawing you near

Hmm I know you can hear

Take hold of his hand

He stands at the gate, he’s trembling

I sing the song to belong

The song to choose life

I sing it loud so you hear

You are loved completely!

You are the perfect embrace

To your mother’s heart

You fit perfectly in your father’s hands

We call in the song to welcome you

Call on the ancient memory guiding you here

Breath in your bloodline, song-line drawing you near

Young mother your time has come

Walk down the forest 

By your barefooted land

You’ll travel for miles

His song is your sail

Her song is your sail

Oak oak oak of old,

Strong and brave as the story told

With leaves of green and nuts of brown

In autumn he wears a golden crown