Let Us Go Laughing - Bruce Cockburn

    My canoe lies on the water
    evening holds the bones of day
    the sun like gold dust slips away

    One by one antique stars
    herald the arrival of
    their pale protectress moon

    Ragged branches vibrate
    strummed by winds from o'er the hill
    singing tales of ancient days

    Far and silent lightning
    stirs the cauldron of the sky
    i turn my bow towards the shore

              *    *    *

    As we grow out of stones
    on and on and on
    so we'll all go to bones
    on and on for many a year
         but let us go laughing -- o
         let us go

    And may the holy hermit's staff
    on and on and on
    guide you to the shortest path
    on and on for many a year
         and let us go laughing -- o
         let us go
         let us go laughing -- o
         let us go

    (toronto -- july, 1969)
     

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