I had this beautiful idea
It hit me square
Between the eyes
In scrabbling for a pen and paper
I somehow slipped
And I let it slide
I gave up on these thoughts
Of a richer life
I put my back to the plough
And stayed alive
This year
The soil is soft
Next year
The warmth will be lost
This soil
My bread and my peace
I fought in the marshes
I heaved a cutlass
Up to my neck in
This muddy iceflow
We eked out a life
From this frozen ground
We pitched our tents
And we built a town
If we had not believed
We could live this way
And we would not have encamped
Encamped
This year
The soil is soft
Next year
The warmth will be lost
This soil
My life and my love
This beautiful idea that settles
Upon my tongue and eloquently melts
The ice will come again
To these valleys
And cover all our farms
And our dwellings
The things you say are never
Written down
Songs you sing will
Echo
And will drown
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