The elders knew it, and even those before
How they bled them, every spring
First to notch them, respecting the wood
So it could flow, without causing death
So it could flow, without causing death
Sip the land, to cling to it
Shut boredom away, with the tree’s spirit
Shut the nights away, in maple liquor
Shut the nights away, with the tree’s spirit
When the earth’s blood ran enough
We emptied the buckets into the barrels of time
Under the iron vats, we lit the maple
Dooming it to boil its own kin
Dooming it to boil its own kin
Sip the land, to cling to it
Shut boredom away, with the tree’s spirit
Shut the nights away, in maple liquor
Shut the nights away, with the tree’s spirit
And when the palette of days finally stretches
Memories find rhythm, loves get sugared
Evaporating winter, keeping what matters
Cutting misery down, getting closer to heaven
Cutting misery down, getting closer to heaven
Sip the land, to cling to it
Shut boredom away, with the tree’s spirit
Shut the nights away, in maple liquor
Shut the nights away, with the tree’s spirit