The Cabin, The River And I

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I wake up in the morning, hear the first songbird sing,
Through the wide open window the air breathes in spring;
A rattle down the steady and trickling stream,
Is it real or all just a dream?

Now the sun pokes a finger through a hole in the trees,
And the mist from the river blows gently with the breeze;
It lifts and it bellows and it vanishes like steam,
Is it real or all just a dream?

The smell from the goudy all soakin' with dew,
And the green trembling aspens against the sky blue;
The wood smoke from the chimney joins mist from the stream,
Is it real or all just a dream?

In my little log cabin where time stood still,
Where it never much matters what's over the hill;
Where I live for the moment in rapture and joy,
It's just the cabin, the river and I.

Now my feet are in the river, my eyes in the clouds,
By the quiet flowing waters far from the crowds;
The hills all around me are gift-wrapped in green,
Is it real or all just a dream?

Now the heart always lives here, though the body must stroll,
And the mind has to come back to comfort the soul;
Where the wind is the music, the voice, the stream,
Is it real or all just a dream?

In the quiet of the evening, the sun sinking low,
And the soft, soothing colors, tall treetops aglow;
I stop.... and ponder the mysteries concealed,
Is it a dream, or is it all real?

In my little log cabin where time stood still,
Where it never much matters what's over the hill;
Where I live for the moment in rapture and joy,
It's just the cabin, the river and I.

It's just the cabin.... the river.... and I....

####.... Wayne Chaulk of Buddy Wasisname And The Other Fellers (D'Lard Liftin', 1998) ....####

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Wayne Chaulk informed GEST that goudy is a low-lying bush which grows almost everywhere in Newfoundland and gives off a beautiful fragrance when covered with morning dew. In the Dictionary of Newfoundland English it is spelled gold-withy.

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Intro: [Em] [F] [C]

I wake up in the [G] morning, hear the [C] first songbird [F] sing,
Through the [C] wide open window the air breathes in [G] spring;
A [C] rattle down the [G] steady and [C] trickling [F] stream,
Is it [C] real or [G] all just a [C] dream? [Em] [F] [C]

Now the sun pokes a [G] finger through a [C] hole in the [F] trees,
And the [C] mist from the river blows gently with the [G] breeze;
It [C] lifts and it [G] bellows and it [C] vanishes like [F] steam,
Is it [C] real or [G] all just a [C] dream? [Em] [F] [C]

And the smell from the [G] goudy all [C] soakin' with [F] dew,
And the [C] green trembling aspens against the sky [G] blue;
The [C] wood smoke from the [G] chimney joins mist [C] from the [F] stream,
Is it [C] real or [G] all just a [C] dream?

Chorus:
In my [Am] little log [F] cabin where [C] time stood [Em] still,
Where it [F] never much [C] matters what's over the [G] hill;
Where I [C] live for the [G] moment in [C] rapture and [F] joy,
it's just the [C] cabin, the [G] river and [C] I. [Em] [F] [C]

Now my feet are in the [G] river, my [C] eyes in the [F] clouds,
By the [C] quiet flowing waters far from the [G] crowds;
The [C] hills all around [G] me are [C] gift-wrapped in [F] green,
Is it [C] real, or [G] all just a [C] dream? [Em] [F] [C]

Now the heart always lives [G] here, though the [C] body must [F] stroll,
And the [C] mind has to come back to comfort the [G] soul;
Where [C] the wind is the [G] music, the [C] voice, the [F] stream,
Is it [C] real, or [G] all just a [C] dream? [Em] [F] [C]

In the quiet of the [G] evening, the [C] sun sinking [F] low,
And the [C] soft, soothing colours, tall treetops [G] aglow;
I [C] stop.... and [G] ponder the [C] mysteries con- [F] cealed,
is it [C] a dream, or [G] is it all [C] real?

It's just the [C] cabin, the [G] river.... [C]

~ Chords conributed by Bob Dumais ~