Journal - Canoe

Journal Lyrics

It's not like I'm opposed to it, just leaving has its price.
Your mothers dying wish to me was, "Raise these children right."
So Deborah, and Joshua, and Abigail, we'll go.
The wounded knee and a war-town dream have often challenged me.
So children dear go and pack your things, tomorrow morn we leave.
For liberty, towards charity, and for mother dear, we'll go.
Children come follow me, we'll run across this pier.
Secretly we'll hide and we'll stow away in here.
It's time to leave everything we've ever loved before,
but if the bobby comes aboard we may never see New York.
The crimson shade of the evening hue, protect us happy few.
So, close your eyes and dream sweet dreams, we land in three short weeks.
But now Abigail, please dry your eyes or your fever will rise, don't cry.
Children come follow me, we'll toss her overboard.

Abigail is home in the heavens with the Lord.
We’re eight days to happiness, and eigh days isn't long.
Gather 'round the lantern, we'll sing a happy song.
We'll sing li, Ii li, li....
We'll sing li, li, li, li...
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Lyrics submitted by Michael.