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I was first attracted by your scent |
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Your heart must be a caramelised onion |
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By the time I saw your flame |
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It was all over for you and what's his name |
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I think it was Algonquin park |
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It was so cold and winter dark |
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A promised hibernation high |
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Took me across the great black plate of ice |
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Now I'm the islander |
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I found a place to call my den |
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And dreamt of the ferry and the enormous man |
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Huge as were his children |
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Following around after him |
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I'm the islander |
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I woke up in the furtive spring |
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More capable of anything |
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I waited for more men to come |
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They docked their boats and cocked their guns |
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The time for truth and reconciliation's gone |
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But with my belly full I intended to get something done |
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I'm the islander |
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I woke up in the dead of spring |
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More hungry than anything |
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I'm the islander |
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I'm the islander |
