WHO LAID THE BONE
Who laid the bone
at my tent door
sometime this morning
or the night before
after I'd gone to sleep?
A little leg bone,
white as can be
right in the path
for me to see
upon the woven mosses
I'd crossed that spot
again and again
having rigged the tent
for a coming blow
I’d have seen it sure, I know
Was it from a friend of yours
or the lonesome spirit of my old man?
(that's something he would do)
I’d pledged to him a visit soon
if Tim and me pulled through
Ol’ Tim’s my pad’lin partner
an engineer by trade
we’ve passed through many a water
and rarely were afraid
We’d been caught off Catala
in weather blowin’ wild
When high upon the wave tops
man seeks to reconcile
Did the bone fall
from a raven's beak,
a warning from the blue?
Did eagle say just go away?
(and stow that wine bag too!)
Now late at night I ponder
when winds begin to roar
and it seems as though I’m hearin’
big waves upon a shore
WHO LAID THE BONE
AT MY TENT DOOR?
Who laid the bone
at my tent door
sometime this morning
or the night before
after I'd gone to sleep?
A little leg bone,
white as can be
right in the path
for me to see
upon the woven mosses
I'd crossed that spot
again and again
having rigged the tent
for a coming blow
I’d have seen it sure, I know
Was it from a friend of yours
or the lonesome spirit of my old man?
(that's something he would do)
I’d pledged to him a visit soon
if Tim and me pulled through
Ol’ Tim’s my pad’lin partner
an engineer by trade
we’ve passed through many a water
and rarely were afraid
We’d been caught off Catala
in weather blowin’ wild
When high upon the wave tops
man seeks to reconcile
Did the bone fall
from a raven's beak,
a warning from the blue?
Did eagle say just go away?
(and stow that wine bag too!)
Now late at night I ponder
when winds begin to roar
and it seems as though I’m hearin’
big waves upon a shore
WHO LAID THE BONE
AT MY TENT DOOR?