The Song Of Hiawatha (incantations Part 2) Lyrics - Mike Oldfield

By The Shore Of Gitche Gumee 

By The Shining Big-Sea-Water 

At The Doorway Of The Wigwam 

In The Early Summer Morning 

Hiawatha Stood And Waited 

All The Air Was Full Of Freshness 

All The Earth Was Bright And Joyous 

And Before Him Through The Sunshine 

Westward Toward The Neighboring Forest 

Passed In Golden Swarms, The Ahmo 

Passed The Bees, The Honey-Makers 

Burning, Singing In The Sunshine 

Bright Above Him Shone The Heavens 

Level Spread The Lake Before Him; 

From Its Bosom Leaped The Sturgeon 

Sparkling, Flashing In The Sunshine 

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On Its Margin The Great Forest 

Stood Reflected In The Water 

Every Tree-Top Had Its Shadow 

Motionless Beneath The Water 

From The Brow Of Hiawatha 

Gone Was Every Trace Of Sorrow 

As The Fog From Off The Water 

As The Mist Of The Meadow 

With A Smile Of Joy And Gladness 

With A Look Of Exultation 

As Of One Who In A Vision 

Sees What Is To Be, But Is Not 

Stood And Waited Hiawatha 

Toward The Sun His Hands Were Lifted 

Both The Palms Spread Out Towards It 

And Between The Parted Fingers 

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Feel The Sunshine On His Features 

Flecked With Light His Naked Shoulders 

As It Falls And Flecks An Oak-Tree 

Through The Rifted Leaves And Branches 

O'er The Water Floating, Flying 

Something In The Hazy Distance 

Something In The Mist Of Morning 

Loomed And Lifted From The Water 

Now Seemed Floating, Now Seemed Flying 

Coming Nearer, Nearer, Nearer 

Was It Shingebis, The Diver? 

Or The Pelican, The Shada? 

Or The Heron, The Shuh-Shuh-Gah? 

Or The White Goose, Waw-Be-Wawa, 

With The Water Dripping, Flashing 

From Its Glossy Neck And Feathers? 

It Was Neither Goose Nor Diver 

Neither Pelican or Heron 

O'er The Water Floating, Flying 

Through The Shining Mist Of Morning 

But A Birch Canoe With Paddles 

Rising, Sinking On The Water 

Dripping, Flashing In The Sunshine 

And Within It Came A People 

Can It Be The Sun Descending 

O'er The Level Plain Of Water 

Or The Red Swan Floating, Flying 

Wounded By The Magic Arrow 

Staining All The Waves With Crimson 

With The Crimson Of Its Lifeblood 

Filling All The Air With Splendor 

Filling All The Air With Plumage 

Yes, It Is The Sun Descending 

Sinking Down Into The Water 

All The Sky Is Stained With Purple 

All The Water Flushed With Crimson! 

No, It Is The Red Swan Floating 

Diving Down Beneath The Water 

To The Sky Its Wings Are Lifted 

With Its Blood The Waves Are Reddened! 

Over It The Star Of Evening 

Melts And Trembles Through The Purple 

Hangs Suspended In The Twilight 

Walks In Silence Through The Heavens! 

(H. W. Longfellow. Vocals: Maddy Prior)