Down by the water,
You can throw your paddle there.
Pull the canoe in,
Haul up all the gear.
Was she the one who left you,
Or you who ran away?
Did you think you’d find her waiting
On this island border chain?
Get yourself some sleep
See where that cloud hangs, where the moon in silence rose,
And the embers from the fire, on a dark wind whip and flow.
There is our tomorrow, ten portages between
These lakes that pass for ages you never dreamed you’d see.
I waited every evening for her voice to call,
Waited on nights just like this, three months in all.
When a storm is at your back, you can ride the crests of waves.
But if you tack the wrong direction, you gotta swim like hell for shore.
There is our tomorrow, ten portages between
These lakes that pass for ages you never dreamed you’d see
There is our tomorrow where the lone pine stands
And rivers blaze the cool white sun upon your hands.
credits
from Where the Lone Pine Stands,
released November 5, 2015
lyrics & tune: d. schramm
guitar & vocals: d. schramm
banjo: r. wittke
From Cork, Ireland, Lewis Barfoot writes mystic, majestic songs derived from regional folk, with an ambient music aura. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 11, 2023