Ralph Keefer - Wrong About That

Sunrise on the Salish, middens full at dawn
Smoking sage, lacing beads and watching the salmon spawn
In a world of no beginnings, on a day without an end
Drawing pictures on the rocks, how good is that my friend?
Out comes George Vancouver in 1792
Sitting in his rowboat, wondering what to do
"A bleak and dismal land", he wrote, talking through his hat
He thought he knew it all, but he was wrong about that

Paddling out from Tunstall Bay across the shimmering sea
Round the tip of Paisley, and that gnarly arbutus tree
Onions grow on rocks, you say, as the orcas pass on through
What's that stuff you're smoking - can't possibly be true
Stop for lunch on Hermit: do starfish really bite?
The Lions in the distance, with Garibaldi all in white
A lady in her house shouts down: "That's my beach, you got that Jack!"
She thought she knew it all, but she was wrong about that

Sitting on the deck one day amidst the green and blue
Up flies a cedar waxwing, a finch, then a sparrow too
A big black crow comes by and nearly craps upon her head
He's making such a racket, she must have missed what I just said
Sure, it's nice and peaceful here, and the birds all like it too
But the way these trees are growing, honey, soon we're gonna lose our view
They need the trees to nest in, or they won't be coming back
I thought I knew it all, but I was wrong about that
I thought I knew it all, but I was wrong about that

Written by:
Ralph Keefer

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