Born into a raging snowstorm  Sweeping movement in the sky  When you were young they called you Millie  With your dreamy smoky purple eyes  Woo you sang to sleep your favourite monkey  Housewives called you queer and crazy  Pulling a baby buggy full of groceries  You became a riddle of a landlady  Oh Emily Carr  In the forest I found you  You painted what you felt  Poured until the pail was empty  The panther called you Klee Wyck  In the quiet of the *endymion hour  The ancients came a knocking  Up the stairs into the lamplight in the attic  Tumbled gigantic and chaotic  In the lonely Indian village  Between the forest and the shore  Relief's a funny kind of kinship  By the houses of the totem pole  Oh Emily Carr  In the forest I found you  You painted what you felt  Poured until the pail was empty  The raven called you Klee Wyck  You bought an old gypsy trailer  A taxi hauled you into the wood  Curried sausage on the fire  Where your inner sanctum stood  Never one to starve one's own soul no no no  Better to be a street sweeper  Pull the peacock from out thy heart  Why is laughter like a pen ?  Oh Emily Carr  In the forest I found you  You painted what you felt  Poured until the pail was empty  Oh Emily Carr, oh Emily Carr  The thunderbird called you KIee Wyck  The laughing one  The laughing one  *Endymion -- In Greek mythology, a handsome young man who was loved by a  moon goddess and whose youth was preserved by eternal sleep.