The Dire Wolf - The Tragically Hip

In that September off, Isle Aux Morts

The desultory sea grew more so through the night

And made one think of tawny ports

As Aspen trembling in tomorrow’s thorough light

And of Tallulah Bankhead and Canada Lee

Somewhere far off, peaceful, sleeping, and done with acting

Past the Dire Wolf’s Lair on a Newfoundland’s Paws

Close to nowhere and half way across

But never more here, expanse getting broader

Though bigger boats been done by this water

Though better boats been done by this water

Though better boats been done by less water

In that September off, Isle Aux Morts

Colourable seas grew more to through the night

And made one think of yawning shores

Gambier bleached in tomorrow’s thorough light

And of Tallulah Bankhead and Canada Lee

Somewhere far off, peaceful, sleeping, they learned to love sleep

At the Dire Wolf’s Crest, the Newfoundland paused

Desolate’s best was gotten across

We were never more here, expanse getting broader

When better boats been done by this water

At the Dire Wolf’s Best, the Newfoundland paused

So desperate as to be a lost cause

You were never more hear, expanse getting broader

When better boats been done by this water

Where bigger boats been done by less water

And better boats been done by this water

When bigger boats been done by less water

And better boats been done by this water