The Bear

I was first attracted by your scent

Your heart must be a caramelised onion

By the time I saw your flame

It was all over for you and what's his name

I think it was Algonquin park

It was so cold and winter dark

A 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 the enormous man

Huge as were his children

Following around after him

I'm the islander

I 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

The time for truth and reconciliation's gone

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