Boreal (Original Mix)

Boreal (Original Mix) - Hundred Waters

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 must have misunderstood

It's not though land's comestible goods

Not the berry that

I seek

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 fine

I don't care one bit 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