I am afraid of the lack of a lake
To dive into when I am a loon
And afraid not to smell boughs of spruce and to help
Build a nest when a mouse I become
Build a nest when a mouse I become

I fear fiercely the missing of rustling in the bush
When, a wolf, I am hunting my prey
And a doe, I'll not feel rays of Sun on my back
And no forest floor on which to lay
No forest floor on which to lay

When a bear, in no den, with no young nudging
On my side, they're not hungry or frail
And an owl I'll become but not have anyone
To call out to behind my dark veil
To call out to behind my dark veil

I am afraid
Of the lack of a lake
I am afraid
Of the lack of a lake