Hundred Water - Boreal lyrics

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There's a pleasant port where a boy fixed his course

on a lesser-trodden landscape north

on his journey boreal met one corporeal

one returning journey forth

"What draws you to the barren there?", he said

"That land is nothing but dampen dread"

and sour berries and rotten cherries

and icy rime and that snowy, snowy pine

that bleak, bare lawn is woebegone

but carry, carry, carry on.

Oh no, he said, you mush have misunderstood,

it's not the land's comestible goods,

not the berry that I seek

but the way it hangs on the arrow wood

And I am not after that snowy shawl

but the way the faint flakes float and fall

and to me that alabaster milky rime

is as sweet as sugar and just as pine

I don't care one but that the pines are gone

but I do care what they look like at dawn

I'm not concerned that their life is drawn

but what happens to the land without their brawn

And so his journey goes, though his story's old

but a tale is not trite if it's still being told.