Ill go gather wood What I do Ill do good And when I have it in my fingers I hope I know It was not the hunting that led me there It was the ice in my hair When the wind from the western mansion And the mist from the eastern lodge It was the nights long lying Ill find someone new And I wont treat them like you do And when I have it in my fingers I hope I know I hold the fingers firm and fair Ill crack open streams And Ill heat the water to clean And when I have it in my fingers I hope I know It was my own heart that led me there It was the way I saw wolves tracks Left the lair and just went back It was my new baby stare
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