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