Robert Kirkland Kernighan
The Canadian Lullaby - Poem by Robert Kirkland Kernighan
Tamaracks ! carry your heads on high !
Cedars ! trail your robes on the sod !
Hemlocks and spruce, that rustle and sigh,
Carry a kiss from my babe to God.
Carry it up to the steps of stone,
In front of the feet that are all alone,
Into the cradle that rocked our God.
Tamaracks ! carry your banners high !
Cedars and hemlocks ! be still and calm ;
Spruce and pine-top are wondering why
Your face is like to a southern palm.
Carry a kiss from the little hand
Far aw r ay to the children's land,
Up where the beautiful days are calm.
Tamaracks ! swing oh ! swing and rock ;
Rock and swing, oh, tamaracks strong ;
I 'll leave my baby amid the flock,
And lull her to rest with an anthem song.
Tamarack branches will carry a kiss
Up to a better land than this
Yes, tamarack branches will carry the kiss.
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