I remember those days we spent in the northwoods in the hills washing our feet in the riverbed.
The fear of the mine was long gone—it’d given us reason for some hope.
You were always there those days.
I remember those nights we spent—there were enough of us to stay warm listening to coyotes and snow owls.
The next day we spent tracking those rabbits that you never caught and I wonder what they’re doing now.
The world has turned around.
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I wrote this song the day I quit a job that morally and politically I’d felt bad for working. It’s about trying to celebrate a successful campaign that prevented an open-pit taconite mine from destroying the Penokee Hills. It’s also about imagining a reality better than our own—one where a loved one didn’t end up going to jail.
released November 11, 2015
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