Mark Gamon – vocal, guitar, bass, virtual keys
Matt Kelly – fiddle, viola, vocal
Ali Cossor – vocal
Description
A story we all had to share, just a few scary years ago.
Bio
It’s all there, at www.markgamon.com
Lyrics
Caribou
I haven’t seen you since the spring
A hundred days, or maybe two
And I have felt this absence so, my dear
These tears I shed are all for you
I haven’t touched a stranger’s hand
Two hundred days, or three at most
We keep our distance and our fears, my dear
The mistletoe steals water from the host
Tide keeps rolling in
Salmon rest on gravel beds
The Monarch flies to Mexico
The swift sleeps on the wing
Terra firms doesn’t mean a thing
The caribou know where to roam
The caribou knows where to roam
I haven’t gone about the town
Three hundred days, perhaps a year
I haven’t watched the setting sun, my love
The wolf drives out the weakest deer
I haven’t wandered in the woods
A year at least, or maybe more
We calculate the weight of risk, and fear
The prettiest mushrooms, eaten raw
Tide keeps rolling in
Salmon rest on gravel beds
The Monarch flies to Mexico
The swift sleeps on the wing
Terra firms doesn’t mean a thing
The caribou know where to roam
The caribou knows where to roam
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