The back of the winter is broken   And light lingers long by the door   The seeds of the summer have spoken   In gowans that bloom on the shore      By night and day we'll sport and we'll play   And delight as the dawn dances over the bay   Sleep blows the breath of the morning away   And we follow the heron home      In darkness we cradled our sorrow   And stoked all our fires with fear   These bones that lie empty and hollow   Are ready for gladness to cheer      By night and day we'll sport and we'll play   And delight as the dawn dances over the bay   Sleep blows the breath of the morning away   And we follow the heron home      Long may you sing of the salmon   And the snow-scented sound of your home   While the north wind delivers its sermon   Of ice and salt water and stone      By night and day we'll sport and we'll play   And delight as the dawn dances over the bay   Sleep blows the breath of the morning away   And we follow      By night and day we'll sport and we'll play   And delight as the dawn dances over the bay   Sleep blows the breath of the morning away   And we follow the heron home