The back of the winter is broken

And light lingers long by the door

And the seeds of the summer have spoken

In gowans that bloom on the shore

CHORUS

By night and day we'll sport and we'll play

And delight as the dawn dances over the bay

Sleep blows the breath of the morning away

And we follow the heron home

In darkness we cradled our sorrow

And stoked all our fires with fear

Now these bones that lie empty and hollow

Are ready for gladness to cheer

CHORUS

So long may you sing of the salmon

And the snow scented sounds of your home

While the north wind delivers its sermon

Of ice and salt water and stone

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