Mark Despault, 1980

Take a walk
Through the forest
What do you see?

Birch of silver and pine of green
Tall trees growing and rivers flowing on
To the sea

Winding trails
Through the forest
Along the shore

Twilight fades to a setting sun
Campfire glowing the day is done
Day is done

I here you calling
We are alone

All my life I will think of you
And my children will share the view
That you bare

We'll be there

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