Fiddlehead Fern

Fiddlehead fern on the back, on the heel

Oaks they sway to the breeze of my tune

It makes the sound so much sweeter about you

They go waltzing after midnight, around noon

Downy green, sew a pillow for my mind

Norway Pine, carve a boat for I can sail

Fly on back over the valleys down bellow

I can′t wink without dreaming about you

Pipers run the ever-lapping salt sea

Hunting digs fill back up with water green

The path is wrote, only to be washed clean

Under the living, breathing water unseen

Fiddlehead fern on the back, on the heel