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Canoe Songs

By Lenny Everson
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Copyright Lenny Everson 2011

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For Dianne, my paddle partner

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Where Pines Touch The Stars

Tune: “Flow Gently Sweet Afton
From the Poem “Where Pines Touch the Stars”

On the [G]ridges, the [Am]old pines are [D]touching the [G]stars
Sifting the
[Em]galaxies, [Am]tickling [D]Mars
[Am] Long after[Em] fire-out, at the [C]edge of the [D]lake
I
[Em] watch the [Am]path their [D]silhouettes [G]take

Late at night, when the small talk grows thin
The campfire is doused, and the dark washes in
I find a soft place well down by the shore
To watch the old pines scrape the cosmos once more

Down here, in new forest, in the slow growth of wood
Our tents crowd in where the shanties once stood
In the change of the seasons, in the movement of sky
The old pines watch as the decades slide by

The waves slap steadily on another island rock
The tents are full of shuffling and talk
The canoes, just mounds of silence and dark
An owl hoots softly, somewhere in the park

Long after fire-out, at the edge of the lake
My eyes trace the lines that silhouettes make
Sifting the galaxies, tickling Mars
After midnight, out here, where pines touch the stars.

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April River Song

Tune: “The Merry Ploughboy”
From poems: “Bubbles In The Flotsam Of Time” &
”The Maps Are Tucked In A Big Plastic Pouch”

Chorus

[G]Let’s go be part of some [D]river again
Be
[C] bubbles in the [D]flotsam of[G] time
We’ll
[D] put all promises on hold and then
We will paddle to the
[C]end of our [G]rhyme.

The wind is singing some [D]wild hero’s song
Our [C]paddles are [D]varnished and [G]bright
The [D]canoe is ready; the evenings grow long
And the thermometer is [C]rising [G]tonight.

Somewhere the ice pulls away from the shore
Somewhere the rivers break free
Somewhere April is calling the names
Of you, my love, and of me

It’s not that the house isn’t friendly and warm
It’s not that the water’s not cold
But I hear the wind come singing our names
To watch another springtime unfold.

Ah, Love, we’re a couplet in the epic of time
So what if the waters are cold?
We’ll follow rivers to the end of our rhyme
And paddle until we get old

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August River (Dry)

Tune: Sloop John B.
From the Poem “Around the bend”

We [D]come to the river bend dragging the canoe and then
We see that the way ahead’s just as [A7]dry
My [D]crazy friend and me were optimists, you [G]see
Though [C]everybody said [A7]this year things were [D]dry

Chorus

So lift, lift and drag Humming the Dry River Rag
Sweat, strive, and never, ever yield
Bless us optimists our lifejackets, paddles, and lists
Voyageurs of the burning summer fields

Got a pack upon my shoulder the canoe sits on a boulder
Just enough water down there to moisten a frog
It looked good on my map I’m a gullible chap
Maybe I’ll just sit here and study this log

One car’s way upstream I wish I had ice cream
The other car is waiting far ahead
From the fields the crickets laugh in the shade a cow and calf
But we prefer the noonday sun instead

It rained two days ago the water shouldn’t be this low
Three hours was all I thought it would take
Find a foothold and then lift the canoe again
I don’t like the way my knees are starting to shake

The poem was based on an experience on the Salmon River in Ontario one August.
Eventually, at a bridge, we gave up and Vance jogged back to get the upstream car.

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May You Paddle Bravely

Tune: “Done Laid Around” (“Gotta Travel On”)
From the poem “May You Paddle Bravely”

[C]May you paddle bravely the sunlight on your sleeves;
May the wind be light enough[C7] to [F] barely tremble [C]leaves
May you gladly wear the coat that the future [C7]weaves
[F]May you [G7]paddle [C]on!

May the summer find you on the waters you desire
May you spend the evening sitting by a fire
May your campsite always be just what you desire
May you paddle on!

And when the morning sun makes diamonds of the dew
May your day be full of rivers to canoe
May your portage partners be willing, strong, and true
May you paddle on!

When those rivers take you to where you want to be
May your heart be singing wild and brave and free
May you know the miracle of water, sky, and tree
May you paddle on!

Welcome to the turning point where adventures start.
May you find the wisdom that the days impart
May there be laughter always in your heart;
May you paddle on!

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Love in a Canoe

Tune: “Crawdad Song”.
From the Poem “I Have Longed for You”

[D]On a little river I longed for you, in our canoe
On a little river I longed for you, in our [A7]canoe
[D]On a little river I [D7]sang for you, [A7]kingbird in the maple, too
We were [D7]young with [A7]our can[D]oe

Sun above us hot and bright, above our canoe
Sun above us hot and bright, above our canoe
Sun above burning white: resting in the shade seems right
Haul in our canoe

Oh, the risks that lovers take when they canoe
Oh, the risks that lovers take when they canoe
Chances circumstances make; lying in the shade awake
Beside our canoe

Scattered seed of summer blows, past our canoe
Scattered seed of summer blows, past our canoe
Scattered seed of summer blows, learning now what nature knows
As we canoe

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To the Natural Buzzes

Tune: Botany Bay.
From the Poem “To the Natural Buzz”

To the [G]natural buzzes and [D7]bites of [G]June
I donate [C]my blood for [G]free
And [C]leave on the portage from lake to [G]lake
Some of the [C]tastier [D7]parts of [G]me

CH

Here’s to the clouds of blackflies all day
Here’s to the mosquitoes at night
For them and the deerflies that nibble my knees
I try to do what is right.

In ecological terms, I guess
I must be a very nice guy
With many bugs fed and very few squished
No matter how often I try

Some part of nature’s quiet and peace
I’m gonna take home, I guess
My soul inspired, but my body mass
Is somehow a few liters less

In honor of wilderness insect time
I give what I can, and then
Deep in thoughts and covered with spots
I graciously head home again.

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Free

Tune: Slewfoot.
From the Poems “All the Hills of April” & “So We Tumbled”

[G]Snows have melted; the water’s runnin’ free
All the creeks of April, [D]headin’ to the [G]sea
We say goodbye to clock, goodbye to pension plan
And get out on the water, [D]while we [G]can

For our hearts, have caught the breeze
In April skies, in April trees
Ignore the ice, in fronta the canoe
If you go in April, that’s what you gotta do.

CH

Cause we [D]paddle on the lakes, [G]drift along the streams
Call us people,
[G]chasin’ after dreams
[D]Paddles and canoe, [G]you and me
I guess we’re a couple, just
[D]tryna be[G] free

Blown across the landscape, under summer sky
Out on the water, days roll by
Scraping over riffles, poling through the reeds
Dragonflies settle, on the water weeds

Set the little tent, on some flattish rock
Have some stew and tea, a bit of quiet talk
Shadows grow long, the forest gets dark
Fire burns down, to a final spark

Waking up to rain, but clearing up by ten
Chance to get out, the old canoe again
October lakes are dark, October creeks are cold
But October hills are bright with, leave of shining gold

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November Song

Tune: “Ye Banks and Braes o Bonny Doon”
From poem, “Too Early the Wind is Dancing with the Night”

The [G]wind is [D]dancing [G]with the [D]night
The [G]canoe out[C]side is [G]wrapped and [D]still
By [G]nine the [D]rain is [G]dressed in [D]white
And [G]waltzes [C]on the [D7]darkened [G]hill.

Chorus

In Nov[G]ember I [Bm]put my [G]things [Bm]away
[D]Canoe and [Bm]paddles, [Em]packs and [D7]tent
I
[G]gather [D7]memories at [G]end of [Am]day
And
[Bm]wonder [C]where the season [G]went.

In the basement, paddles varnished now
Reflect the gathered summer gear
The packs are hung, the shelves collect
The sorted flotsam of the year.

In November I put my stuff away
Canoe and paddles, packs and tent
Lake and river, quiet bay –
I wonder what the season meant.

November dances with the year
Trees surrender to the snow
Winter’s lovely, but I fear
I hate to see the season go.

In November I put the gear behind
Canoe and paddles, packs and tent
I sort my memories in my mind
And wonder where the season went.

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Summer Song

From the Poems “Downwind Dance” & “Little Waves”
Tune of “Battle Hymn of the Republic”, slowly, without the chorus.

To the [G]downwind dance and cabaret of water, wind, and sky
To the sunshine ballroom [C]of the lake came my canoe and [G]I
So many lakes, so many lakes beneath the summer skies
So many lakes, so many lakes, but [C]oh! so [D7]few [G]Julys

We waltzed on tumbling whitecap wave, bobbled past shoreline tree
Pirouetted when an island swell whirled it to its lee
So many lakes, so many lakes beneath these summer skies
So many lakes, so many lakes, but oh! so few Julys

To the great applause of aspen leaf we rolled to granite shore
Quickly bowed then made our way out the portage door
Another lake, another lake, beneath this summer sky
Another lake, another lake, another brave July

Little waves like the passing days slid by my canoe
I was part of lake and sun and the summer too
Now I find what is, is just part of what is true
I love those brave Julys

The wise canoeist paddles on for the wise canoeist knows
That this land will soon be deep in winter snows
Too many lakes, too many lakes beneath the summer skies
The months and years like little waves go slowly drifting by

To the downwind dance and cabaret of water, wind, and sky
To the sunshine ballroom of the lake came my canoe and I
So many lakes, so many lakes beneath the summer skies
So many lakes, so many lakes, but oh! so few Julys

Leaves underfoot, on a portage trail
Looking for infinity or the Holy Grail
Wind in the treetops, an end-of-season song
But a few days to remember, all the winter long

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The One-Pine Inn

From the poem “One-Pine Inn”
Tune “Oh, Susannah”

The [G]evening water’s still as space and [A7]clear as London [D7]gin
I [G]sit beside the fireplace [Em]down at the [D7]One-Pine[G] Inn
The[G] residents murmur quietly and [A7]inspect my tender [D7]skin
Ap[G]proving of the evening meal [Em]served at the [D7]One-Pine [G]Inn

Chorus

[C]Peace and [G]quiet, as the [A7]night comes [D7]in
As
[G]much as you could ask for, [Em]down at the [D7]One-Pine[G] Inn

There’s dirt beneath my fingernails and hair on my unshaved chin
But nobody seems to really mind here at the One-Pine Inn
The supper is stew, as usual served in a sooty tin
But it’s hot and filling and what I need for my stay at the One-Pine Inn

I had to park my own canoe and drag my own stuff in
And after midnight it gets right chill, here, at the One-Pine Inn
But the Management responds to all complaints with an awkward lunar grin
And serves an after-dinner round of peace again, at the One-Pine Inn

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Night, Fire and Spark

Tune: The Leaving of Liverpool.
From the Poems “Come and Share” and Primal Scream””

There’s a [G] chill that reaches [C]to the [G]bones
As evening skies grow [D]dark
And [G]shadows grow [C]among the [G]trees
And reach a[D]cross the [G]park

Chorus

You are flame, I am spark
And in the velvet night
In torch and touch and sudden flame
We find, then hold on tight

Come and spend this night with me
There’s ashes on the wind
In our tiny tent, we'll find
Where love and time begin

Darkness changes everything
It brings new rules and laws
Enforced by stealth and silence
With teeth and ivory claws

Come and spent the night with me
We’ll listen to the dark
Beneath the vault of endless sky
For you are flame, I am spark

In the night's shadow world
In its endless deep
We hide by fire, and hope
We can escape in sleep

But the tent it trembles in the wind
And we shift in dreams
Half thinking that we caught the sound
Of some primal scream

Come and spend this night with me
There’s ashes on the wind
In our tiny tent, we'll find
Where love and time begin

Chorus

And I am flame, you are spark
And in the velvet night
In torch and touch and sudden flame
We find, then hold on tight

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Out on the Lake

Tune: “Battle Hymn of the Republic”.
From the Poem “That’s Why They Invented Canoes”

The [G7]mosquitoes come at daybreak and I sip them in my tea
And [C]then they take their turns to [G]get a drink of me
I breathe them and I eat them and I squish them on my skin
I’d [C] sooner be [D7]out on the [G]lake!

Chorus
In the middle of the lake and out far out from the shore
All them biting bugs cannot find me any more
Think about it and you’ll see that’s what canoes are for
That’s why they made canoes!

When I stagger on the portage with a canoe upon my head
A million bastard blackflies think I’m their daily bread
I walk with spots in front of me and wrists and ankles red
I must get onto the lake

In the evening the deerflies come slowly circling in
While I put up the tent they tear off chunks of skin
A few are crawling on my neck and there’s one behind my shin
Maybe I’ll go out on the lake

Way out on the lake there’s just two loons and me
I’m happy to tell you that’s the way life should be
A touch of wind, the sun above, and one canoeing refugee
A happy guy, that’s me

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Seeds

Tune: “Green Grow the Lilacs”
From Poem “On Favoured Ground”

At the [G]edge of the lake tall aspens blow
Stealing the light from the [C]weeds just below
[G]Each lives or dies the [G7]best that it [C]can
A [D7]life lived by [G]chance and a [Am]life with[D7]out [G]plan

Dandelions in the clearing toss seeds to the winds
Each seed floating blindly as its journey begins
A toss of the dice – soil, rock, or sand
No choice at all where it might land

I came to a campsite, by canoe and with map
Lay myself down for an afternoon nap
Saw a seed drifting, as lonesome as me
Just as lonesome, but not quite as free

‘Cause I like to think I’m an organized man
And don’t go canoeing without a good plan
I’ve thought out each portage and checked out each lake
Considered each ounce of the stuff that I take

Late that evening in a quickening wind
I watched from my tent as thunder rolled in
Each flash of the light from out of the sky
Nowhere to hide for this wondering guy

And sometimes I think, when I’ve finished a route
If ever I bothered to puzzle it out
This September canoeist might seem, at best
Just one more seed, not quite at rest

For flowers of summer toss seeds to the winds
Much the same way my journey begins
River to portage then down to some lake
Not knowing the why of the plans that I make

Yes sometimes I feel, when I’ve finished my route
If ever I bothered to think it all out
This wandering paddler might seem, at best
Just one more seed, not quite at rest

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Sources of the Music:

Generally it’s (at this time) possible to get versions of the tunes from the web by searching the song name and adding “mp3”, “youtube”, or“video”, as in “The Merry Ploughboy youtube”. Often you get a sample to advertise a ringtone download.

The Merry Ploughboy was an English song that was converted to an IRA anthem, and is more often known as “Off to Dublin in the green, in the green”. I found it at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QBUrZRvvECU and http://www.imeem.com/ulsterwolf/music/tMxcQU6g/wolftones_the_merry_ploughboymp3/.

Sloop John B may be found at http://ingeb.org/songs/wecomeon.mid and http://www.last.fm/music/The+Beach+Boys/+videos/+1-o_wm-evvGQE

Slewfoot I found at http://thebluegrassshack.blogspot.com/2008/03/slewfoot-video.html and http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KT5kU-Ff0s0

Gotta Travel On http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bVBRa6fPhG8 and http://www.truveo.com/I-Gotta-Travel-On/id/44453504

Botany Bay http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hEAvMp6oq_U

Ye Banks and Braes o Bonny Doon
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nzFWgHIsgYg
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vXAYFwhmQgY&feature=related

Crawdad Song http://www.musiclegacy.com/MIDI/crawdad.mid

Battle Hymn of the Republic, or John Brown’s Body http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IEAEcca9pRk http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/b/h/bhymnotr.htm

Flow Gently Sweet Afton http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M43tXtJ3WdQ&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SedzNxOv9Wc&feature=related

The Leaving of Liverpool http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XP_ghwhEfhI&feature=related

Green Grow the Lilacs http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d6GUdYa3Bpg&feature=related

The Origin of the Songs

Over a number of years I wrote some eighty poems about canoeing.

This year I selected some poems and converted them into song lyrics suitable for guitar, ukulele, or inebriated, a cappella.

Since I haven’t yet learned to write music, I casually borrowed tunes from any songs no longer under copyright protection.

If you don’t recognize the tunes, you can probably find them online or at the local library.

I’ve provided guitar chords, or at least those that seemed to work for me.

Feel free to change the tune, chords, and/or the lyrics to suit yourself.

The Using of the Songs

I really don’t care how you use the songs, and don’t ask for any payment. But if you print any of the lyrics, make sure I get credit, as in “lyrics by Lenny Everson,” or “based on lyrics by Lenny Everson.”

You might want to add a chorus or use a different tune to a song. No problem.

Old Tunes, New Words

Bless old tunes with no copyright attached. It’s a long tradition to pen new lyrics to old tunes. “Amazing Grace” was based on an old Scottish folk song, and “Danny Boy” used an earlier Irish tune.

In the U.S. civil war, when the North borrowed a church tune to write “John Brown’s Body,” the South responded with a parody of the lyrics. Then someone wrote new lyrics to the same tune and called it, “Battle Hymn of the Republic.” And that was long before small kids heard it as “John Brown’s Baby” or teens sang “The Burning of the School.”

Those kilted highlanders with skein dhus (black knives) in their socks, (playing the great highland bag-pipes to drown out my screams) may hunt me down for borrowing one of his tunes but truth is, Bobbie Burns lifted the tune to “Ye Banks and Braes o Bonny Doon” from ‘The Caledonian Hunt’s Delight.” So there.

The list is long, and I have no hesitation in walking off with old tunes for another go-round.

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