One time I saw Canada fall through a hole in the sky   I do not know if I was really sad to see her go   For in her place there was a herd of early morning cows   They moved in one direction   They knew where, when, how, why not       There is a strange well I go to   And each time   I lean, I look   I learn, I leave   I go back to town   Saying things I don't believe       My words they're just pebbles under water   They rise like flocks of birds   They are discontinued because the well has overhead and said   Are your opinions not confirmed until you tell them to someone   And is this the lonely night not real until it has been framed as one       There is a strange well I go to...       I spoke about the rosewood proud and I said this river is wise   And I said these mountains are all-seeing   Said the well--you must realize   That once again your words have pulled the universe out of place   To exist it need not have a human face       There is a strange well I go to...       And sometimes when I go there and my heart is clear   There are no visions--there are no sounds to hear   Oh strange well--does your voice rise and fall   When I am away   And do your watercolours run like they're doing today       There is a strange well I go to   And each time   I lean, I look   I learn, I leave   I go back to town   Saying things I don't believe