Lyrics

Loons on Lake Calhoun
words and music: Ann Reed

I'm riding on my bike
Gliding along
The light is early morning
It's pretty and half-awake
This city that has
The lakes as its reward

I stop all my inner debating
And waiting a minute, it hovers and fades

Ducks talking, coots check in
Chalking up routes
They've been on their migration
Then floating up above
The soloist does her stuff
With carbonation

It's a melody picked out
To tell how a tickle would sound if given the room
There's loons on Lake Calhoun

They've dropped in to see a show
Stopped to see grebes they know
From a long, late winter
The people lift eyes from the ground
Seeming surprised at the sound
Of grace, delivered

I never expected a miracle
Here I'll admit: Oh, I rarely -- do you?
There's loons on Lake Calhoun

And they've made it from far, far away
Before takin' it northward, but before they do
There's loons on Lake Calhoun

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