"I am not one who was born in the custody of wisdom. I am one who is fond of olden times and intense in quest of the sacred knowing of the ancients." Gustave Courbet

17 April 2016

John Hartford, "Gum Tree Canoe"

Chorus:
Singing row away, row o'er the waters so blue
Like a feather we'll float in my Gum Tree Canoe
Singing row away, row o'er the waters so blue
Like a feather we'll float in my Gum Tree Canoe

On the Tombigbee river so bright I was born
In a hut made of husks of the tall yellow corn
It was there I first met with my Julia so true
And I rowed her about in my Gum Tree Canoe

All day in the fields of soft cotton I'd hoe
I think of my Julia and sing as I go
Oh, I catch her a bird with a wing of true blue
And at night sail her ‘round in my Gum Tree Canoe

With my hands on the banjo and toe on the oar
I sing to the sound of the river's soft roar
While the stars they look down on my Julia so true
And dance in her eyes in my Gum Tree Canoe

One night the stream bore us so far away
That we couldn't come back, so we thought we'd just stay
Oh, we spied a tall ship with a flag of true blue
And it took us in tow in our Gum Tree Canoe



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