Oh, brave little craft,
How sleek and strong,
With ashen thwarts
And gunwales long.
You part the waters
In silence swift,
Disturbing not,
God's wond'rous gift.
Away to the west
My red canoe,
Away from cares
I'll steal with you.
Through rushing river
And em'rald bay,
By rocky ledge
And graveled way.
To snow-strewn mountains
And forests green,
To valleys still
And lakes serene.
Oh, carry me far
My red canoe,
To cloudless skies
In lands anew.
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