Last Loon on the Lake

Well, the summer's long gone, winter's coming on
I don't know what I'm doing here so late
I've stayed longer than most, they've all gone to the coast
I'm the last loon on the lake, the last loon on the lake

Well, the birches are all white now, there's snow on the jack pine boughs
The branches bend low ‘neath the weight
The world's silent and still, and I'm feeling a chill
I'm the last loon on the lake, the last loon on the lake

There's a beaver on his dam making his winter plans
Deciding his last branch to break
He's got his cold weather pelt, I'm feeling heavy myself
I'm the last loon on the lake, the last loon on the lake

There's a sunny southern shore where I've wintered before
Last year I'd already made my escape
But the quiet I've found makes me want to stay around
I'm the last loon on the lake, the last loon on the lake

So if you see me next year, you'll know that I stayed here
That it never got too cold to take
And when it warms up again, and all the others are flying in
I'll be the first loon on the lake, the first loon on the lake

I'm the last loon on the lake, I'm the only loon on the lake