Fiddlehead fern on the back, on the heel Oaks they sway to the breeze of my tune It makes the sound so much sweeter about you They go waltzing after midnight, around noon Downy green, sew a pillow for my mind Norway Pine, carve a boat for I can sail Fly on back over the valleys down bellow I can't wink without dreaming about you Pipers run the ever-lapping salt sea Hunting digs fill back up with water green The path is wrote, only to be washed clean Under the living, breathing water unseen Fiddlehead fern on the back, on the heel