Red Lake Shore

Old dog waking he’s yawning
sounds like a door swinging on its hinge
outside the wind is howling
I got the notion it’s saying,
“what in the world am I gonna do?
what’s this world coming to?”
kingdom coming singing plain:
“hallelujah burning rain.”

It was the matriarchs and me one year to the day
we walked five miles in the wind up and down the hills and then
we finally arrived, more green grass across the country side
but in the distance it did lay, we saw the red lake born of clay
and so what brings here to this red lake shore?
I feel like I’ve been here before, I think I have
yes our mother would bring us here to quell and calm our fears
after she’d endeared what wilderness she could

I’ve learned from my mistakes, I know she’s seen me learn so well
a young man does as he’s compelled, his sight set on the wishing well
oh but I can’t forget though I can barely bear the thought of it
a loss no family should endure, to know she’s on another shore
and so what brings us here to this red lake shore?
I feel like I’ve been here before, I think I have
yes our mother would bring us here to quell and calm our fears
after she’d endeared what wilderness she could

oh Aunt Mae I do believe one day we will meet her again
on that shore free of sin, no poverty or illnesses
and on that day we’ll know just how death transforms the soul
in my dream wings do grow from my back with pale white glow
to take us far from here and this red lake shore
somewhere I’ve never been before and yes we will
have our reunion there, it’s the answer to our prayers
where all goodness fairs and the wilderness glimmers in our eyes