Canoe Song

Take me where the loons are calling
Mist in the morning, smell of pine
Whiskey jack, 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
Up past Waskesui to the Wabinow
Give me a canoe and let me go