If I could get the water fowl to follow me
Straight into the weeds, distribute the seeds
These are the verses I would sing
As they cock their heads and waive their wings
To these oaken birches I would cling
Till left for dead, hewing and hammering
On the Kennebec we settled on mugwumpery
Granite, rye, grist and corn
And claimed respect with metal, luck and dignity
Fifty rods and ten are bore
These are the wishes of the dead
Raise up your flag, hold up high your head
Care for the fields that bear your bread
And net your shad along the river bed
Sometimes I reach up and pull across the shade
Oh too beautiful, I can’t concentrate
Sometimes I can’t seem to hold the cross we made
Hands are full, hammer and spade
These are the wishes of the dead
Raise up your flag, hold up high your head
Care for the fields that bear your bread
Net your shad along the river