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willie dunn - the carver lyrics

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[verse 1]
once there was a painter, with wise and aged hands
he took the view of the peaceful ocean, and the lay of the misty land
he took the color of the trees upon their season’s journey’s ends, had a million flowers with which he’d always blend
totem poles and potlatch bowls, long canoes and fishing shoals

[verse 2]
and then he was a carver, and how the chips did fly
he carved up his tree, and he sang a lullaby
he sang of the old days, when they gave their wealth away
the past the time of giving, and now the age of taking
totem poles and potlatch bowls, long canoes and fishing shoals

[verse 3]
and then he told a story, which he’d learned so long ago
of misty islands rising from the blue pacific ocean
tales of the mountain, the wind and the sea
boats and sails and whaling tales recorded in the trees
totem poles and potlatch bowls, long canoes and fishing shoals

[verse 4]
creation haunts the valley, creation haunts the shores
creation breathes a breath, and so the winds give rise
creation never sleeps, creation never dies
totem poles and potlatch bowls, long canoes and fishing shoals

- willie dunn lyrics

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