Oh, I don't like the look of the look of today

A great grey cloud is coming our way

So I move through the streets on my own

A-huffing and a-puffing and feeling so alone



O Grandfather, Grandfather

Will you wake up?

Will you take up these threads?



O Grandmother, Grandmother

I am walking on such thin ice

I wonder how you feel?

And a fire is burning in the fireplace

And the windows crackle with rain

Feels so part of my place

So I leave my sleeping ancients

And I walk down the steps

And I move to the edge of the forest

Where I lay my heaviness...



Oh, where is my sweet puppy?

Oh, there you are

You're never far behind

Sometimes he seems like a little lamb

So I push off from the shore

I press my face against the watery place

I push off from the shore

My sweet dog and you

I paddle my canoe

Across the water and home to you.



Way back then, way back then

My Grandfather sleeping by the fire

Way back then, way back then

My Grandmother dreaming of desire

Way back then, way back there

My sweet family

I will return someday

But on this grey afternoon

There's something that I must obey

So I paddle my canoe out across the bay

The end of an endless day

My puppy and me

Across the water and home to thee