(by Karine Polwart)

The back of the winter is broken
And light lingers long by the door
And the seeds of the summer have spoken
In gowans that bloom on the shore

	By night and day we’ll sport and we’ll play
	And delight as the dawn dances over the bay
	Sleep blows the breath of the morning away
	And we follow the heron home

In darkness we cradled our sorrow
And stoked all our fires with fear
Now these bones that lie empty and hollow
Are ready for gladness to cheer

	By night and day ...
So long may you sing of the salmon
And the snow scented sounds of your home
While the north wind delivers its sermon
Of ice and salt water and stone

	By night and day ...
	By night and day ...

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