The back of the winter is brokennAnd light lingers long by the doornThe seeds of the summer have spokennIn gowans that bloom on the shorennBy night and day we'll sport and we'll playnAnd delight as the dawn dances over the baynSleep blows the breath of the morning awaynAnd we follow the heron homennIn darkness we cradled our sorrownAnd stoked all our fires with fearnThese bones that lie empty and hollownAre ready for gladness to cheernnBy night and day we'll sport and we'll playnAnd delight as the dawn dances over the baynSleep blows the breath of the morning awaynAnd we follow the heron homennLong may you sing of the salmonnAnd the snow-scented sound of your homenWhile the north wind delivers its sermonnOf ice and salt water and stonennBy night and day we'll sport and we'll playnAnd delight as the dawn dances over the baynSleep blows the breath of the morning awaynAnd we follownnBy night and day we'll sport and we'll playnAnd delight as the dawn dances over the baynSleep blows the breath of the morning awaynAnd we follow the heron home