In Provincial parks, We made love in the dark In dirty tents, And filthy feet and minds With ashes in our oatmeal Went lookin' for the whole deal The romance of woodlands and the simple holy signs I could not bring them home or make them mine And when I'm grown old Hope to sit just like a toad My filthy feet with the earth entwined Like some ancient sage Hope to sign beyond the page But the leaves grow round the songs of my mind So earth and mind can be the same kind Went swimming out at long lake And the moon on the water spilled There's one thing that i could home again take Take the rise in the spruce trees on the hill Take the rise in the spruce trees on the hill Its just as it stands Don't think that I'm the man To sing what sun don't shine in the pines But from my city room See the risin' of the moon I try to walk me down natural line I want to bring you with me when i sing about the moonshine Went swimming out at long lake And the moon on the water spilled There's one thing that I could home again take Take the rise in the spruce trees on the hill Take the rise in the spruce trees on the hill