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Come Into the North Woods


Hello, my name is Peter White. It’s a pleasure to see you all. I’d like to tell you the story of Coke Oven Joe and Sue Ste. Marie. The first thing we must do though is to pack up our minds ‘cause we’re getting out of here. I want you hop in the back of my four-wheel drive pick-up and hang on as we roll north down highway 17. Past the hotels, the OPP station, the Trading Post and right into a fireball sun that pulls us in as it disappears behind the hills of the Canadian Shield. And hey, before you can wonder what’s goin’ on we’re four-wheelin’ down a former moose track that hasn’t been used in thirty years. Watch out for tree branches, watch out for trees. You’ve just about started to wish you were somewhere else when boom!! The truck stops with that sickening thud that makes four-wheel drivers go . . . uh oh . . . Come on we’re here. Out of the truck and into this clearing. We’ve got a fire burning, a panoramic view of Birch Bark Lake and a formal invitation to come into the north woods.

Come into the north woods

where the darkness is your friend

Where the silence will surround you

and you can say what you intend.

Come into the clearing over here by the fire.

See the coals they’re burning low, sit down you look tired.

Look into the night sky see the mystery pourin’ down

Keep your poncho handy ‘cause there’s a storm comin’ round.

It’s the story of two lovers

young Joseph and Marie

Two children of the great north woods,

young and strong and free.

That smell that’s coming off the flames

is the smell of open souls

Those sparks that fly are real tears and laughter

mingling with the smoke.

The smoke that covers up the truth

while letting it be known.

Young Joseph and Marie are in there

waiting to be shown.

Come into the north woods

where the darkness is your friend

Where the silence will surround you

and you can say what you intend.


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