I intended to get something done
I'm the islander
I found a place to call my den
And enormous man
I'm the islander
It was all over for you and wash is name
More hungry than anything
It was so cold and winter dark
Woke up in the furtive spring
Promised hibernation high
More capable of anything
I waited for more men to come
But with my belly full
I think it was Algonquin Park
Huge as were his children
I woke up in the dead of spring
Time for truth and reconciliation's done
By the time I saw your flame
And dreamt of the ferry
Took me across the great black plate of ice
Followin' around after him
They docked their boats and cocked their guns
Now I'm the islander
I'm the islander
