The wilderness of manitoba
Native tongue
One day the axe just fell
Driving me to hell
And back from where I came
Will never look the same way
Twice without a thought
The lies always caught
Just once it spread without a clue
Down the river bank from me to you
A native tongue will speak words it will never seek
From a book of poems
Connected minds will always know them all
The mind will roam
Swim in streams
Crawl under stones and still
Without a clue
Down the river bank from me to you
One day the axe just fell
Driving me to hell
And back from where I came
Will never look the same way
Twice without a thought
The lies always caught
Just once it spread without a clue
Down the river bank from me to you