Birchwood Beaker

Made it past the trees
Three migrating geese
To the North Sea
Creeped out on a ship
Sneaking as she slips
Breaking up the ice drifts
Only Odin knows
Only Odin knows
And the wind blows
Sleep some in your hood
Sleep should do you good
Beaker of birchwood
Bent it out of bark
Drinking in the dark
The nighttime brought sharks
Craving colder climes
Ours is yours
And mine
Plenty of time
The sun it sure did shine
All the time
Far too hot
Ever so dry
Carry through the snow. (x3)