I come from the northern woods, I dwell   in the snow, I found all my answers long   ago   the winter the enemy, and summer is   cold, the gods in the sky are growing   old      the sky is my only roof, the forest my   friend, the river is in my blood, i stay to   the end      the forest is wet and cold, the forest is   dark, say, have i the will to leave my   mark   I ask to the northern star, it's up in   the sky, I wanted to know I before I die