There's canvas and cedar
And small bits of brass
A paddle of cherry wood
A lake smooth as glass
And a perfect reflection of what's gone before
As the mist burns away now
And I push off from shore
I'm alone on these waters in this old canoe
Though I know that they built it for two
There's blisters and bannock
And dog wood so sweet
The buzz of mosquitos
And craps in your feet
But their part of this journey
Like blood in your veins
They flow through your life like
The soft summer rains
I'm alone on these waters in this old canoe
Though I know that they built it for two
The path of the paddle
The pull of the heart
The push to get ready
The yearning to start
But it's not where you end up
Or when you arrive
It's the motion the magic that keeps us alive
And back on the shoreline
So straight and so true
A paddle is waiting for you

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