Paddles pick their way
Fighting through frosted ice sheets
Frozen fingers burn

Paddles pick their way
Fighting through frosted ice sheets
Frozen fingers burn
This old black machine
Churning out chunks of new junk
Turning day to night
Ripples lick and lap
Lines of light lightly lighting
And lift me away
Carry my canoe
Down curly wyrley canal
I paddle, can you?
Row, row, row your boat
So merrily down the stream
Life is but a dream
A river of light
Carried slowly to the sea
Watch it slip away
Floating in a cloud
Meander the days away
In a dusky haze
Gloomy backwaters
Slowly seep and ooze their way
Into the ocean
As light mist rises
From the freshly fallen rain
Float away downstream