Take me where the loons are calling Mist in the morning, smell of pine Whiskey jack, wake me up Send me out with a fishing line Give me a canoe and let me go Up past Waskesui to the Wabinow Give me a canoe and let me go Take me where the loons are calling Lake like glass and a starlit sky Smell of a small campfire burning Sit and watch the embers die Give me a canoe and let me go Up past Waskesui to the Wabinow Give me a canoe and let me go Up past Waskesui to the Wabinow Give me a canoe and let me go