Dear Old Greenland - Andrew Bird

On the way to Greenland I shall find

All the disparate fragments of my mind

I shall return a different man

And darling do All that I can

On the way to Greenland I shall find

No mundane distractions of any kind

If beneath the ice fields there’s a room

It’s there I’ll find my peace a lovely tomb

Friends, Greenland is a place where souls go to dry out

It is a vast and terrifying place of ice fields and tundra

Bereft of fire and in the horror of its imposing irrelevance

There is a peace

The peace of pain

The peace of nothing

Well friends, I’m going there

Fear is lying dying in the sands

And it’s breathing from the gills of my Greenland