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Was tree cutting on the island
North of the last logging camp
I was a young faller for the company
That didn’t have a heart

Thought I knew what I was doing
Thought I was doing no wrong
But then the Northern Lights appeared
And sang me magic songs

“Save me from the dying
Save me from the death
The old growth is crying
But cannot show its wrath”

I stood on the mountain
Overlooking the sea
Green auroras swirled
And the channel opened me

A Shaman appeared in moonlight
Bathed in lights of green and gold
My body shook and I felt
The depths of ancient souls

“You have been chosen to sing our nature song
What you are doing, now you know is wrong
Save us and protect us!
The ancient wisdom cried
The forests and the mountains
Need to stay alive”

The Shaman passed through me
In the prime of my youth
A 6 foot 2 logging man
At last had heard the truth

Was a long time ago
Nothing much has changed
This message is all I have
Maybe I’ll be saved

Chosen to remember
Chosen to forget
The green force of nature
Forever in its debt

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