Replicated CD of The King's Lute in jewel case--no lyric booklet; download includes pdf songbook files.
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I started this song when I was working on my first canoe. The chorus refers to the mold, a series of plywood cross-sections of the canoe over which the canoe is constructed. The mold is removed about half-way through the building process, but it sets the shape of the boat permanently.
lyrics and melody by Catherine Faber, 2008
Niad and Dryad are drifting awake
Lazily lifting their heads by the lake
Watching a step-daughter curtsey and pass
Wood's celebration of cedar and glass.
We're shaped by old forces no eye can still see
As shading the sapling is shaping the tree
The mold is long gone, yet its lines still preserve
A sense of the true that informs every curve.
The strength of the heartwood, the sapling's lithe grace,
Bending and twisting to slip into place
Sawdust like pollen, perfume in each grain;
Curls fall like petals from spokeshave and plane.
Stained by my blood and the salt of my tears
Dance on the water and laugh at my fears.
I wish you safe journey, by white ashwood finned,
Light as a leaf on a fortunate wind.
On a fortunate wind.