Lyrics
Within this swamp land
The mist it hovers
It creates circles
Around your brothers
It lingers softly
Beneath your feet
It looms and it hovers
Along it creeps
Circling, circling
Lingering
It’s lingering
Circling, circling
Lingering
It’s lingering
(Ah, it draws you near/Within this atmosphere you feel no fear)
Smoke hangs in the air
And draws you near
Within this atmosphere
You feel
No fear
Under birch trees
And foggy skies
You forget that
We all die
Under birch trees (Circling, circling. Lingering, it’s lingering)
The air is clear (Circling, circling. Lingering, it’s lingering)
Except the mist that hangs (Circling, circling. Lingering, it’s lingering)
It’s always here
It’s always here
It’s always here
I wrote this song while thinking about the swamp my friends and I used to hang out in as teenagers. I’d get so many mosquito bites, but there was something pretty about all birch trees, trilliums and the mist on the water that always sparked our imagination.
This song is dedicated to them.
Ardin Patterson 