I was first attracted by your scent
Your heart must be a caramelized onion
By the time I saw your flame
It was all over for you and wash is name
I think it was Algonquin Park
It was so cold and winter dark
Promised hibernation high
Took me across the great black plate of ice
Now I'm the islander
I found a place to call my den
And dreamt of the ferry
And enormous man
Huge as were his children
Followin' around after him
I'm the islander
Woke up in the furtive spring
More capable of anything
I waited for more men to come
They docked their boats and cocked their guns
Time for truth and reconciliation's done
But with my belly full
I intended to get something done
I'm the islander
I woke up in the dead of spring
More hungry than anything
I'm the islander
I'm the islander
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