Andrew Bird

Dear Old Greenland
On the way to Greenland I shall find All the disparate fragments of my mind I shall return a different man And darling do All that I can On the way to Greenland I shall find No mundane distractions of any kind If beneath the ice fields there's a room It's there I'll find my peace a lovely tomb Friends, Greenland is a place where souls go to dry out It is a vast and terrifying place of ice fields and tundra Bereft of fire and in the horror of its imposing irrelevance There is a peace The peace of pain The peace of nothing Well friends, I'm going there Fear is lying dying in the sands And it's breathing from the gills of my Greenland From Letras Mania