When the winds blew us East, that's where we wandered
Then North to the wild, our virgin boots squandered
I felt you beside me, this trail of wrath and water
Speaking from the trees; the lull whispers
Look no farther
Sleep, steady sleep
In the cool, darkness of night
So soon, the trail it heads
So long, the soul will fight
Endless fields of blueberries, not yet ripe
Reap young one, reap
Let us bring you this life
Fill our hearts to warmth
And your body to brim
Let it bask before the choir; before our recess.
Before the fields grow weak and thin
Before the basins of rivers do split
Let the northern trail stand
And awaken the fruit within
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