The Child in the Bearskin Lyrics

I want an old path to tread

A room with an untouched bed

And for spirits to live in the trees

A fragile light to ward away the night

But this river is never dry

And the seasons never die

They return with undue strength

The hurtling reach of a mess that we will make

I wish I could melt in the spring

A light to wane

A bird to sing

And fly away

Or I could wear

The claws of the bear

Warm skin, cold eyes

All aloof

There is nothing in the trees

There is nothing that serene

'Cause there's nothing more unseen

Than the dream I have as the child in the bearskin