Follow The Heron - Karine Polwart

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 

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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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