River Drums

RIVER DRUMS Past the galloping city by road The wilderness quietly comes. See the crooked pine tree bow, Hear the mighty river run, Beating out it’s rhythm On the rigid rocks she drums Like our ancestral Crees Echoes of smokey tom-toms. Missinaibi, Missinaibi, Ripples off the tongue. Missinaibi, Missinaibi, Hear the mighty river run. Winding through the mystic woods Where rapids speak their tongue And in those raging waters What holy purging comes ? Feel the mighty river run Thunder as she comes. Many drum yet all are one, Feel the heartbeat drums. Missinaibi, Missinaibi, Ripples off the tongue. Missinaibi, Missinaibi, Hear the mighty river run.