An 'aural' painting of a trip around Lake Superior, with James on piano and vocals, Sandy Horne on bass and vocals

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The moon was an artist, with a brush made from its beams,
And with the lake as its canvas , it painted our dreams.
Along the magic coastline towards Agawa Bay
Through the radio silence you could hear the waves
Lapping up against the black rocks along the shore
Beating out an ancient rhythm, the heartbeat, the core
Of that northern Superior night
Of that northern Superior night.

Secrets were revealed to us, though not a word was spoken,
All the way from Grand Marais, the spell could not be broken
The light through the birches flickered like flames
And the wind through those trees whispered a name
With a voice we both had long ago forgotten
calling Michipicoten, Michipicoten
Of that northern Superior night
Of that northern Superior night.

For one timeless moment, this car was a canoe,
And this highway was a river, taking me and you
Out towards the waters of that great inland sea
Where it seemed that in this weary world there was only you and me.
In that northern Superior night
In that northern Superior night.


The moon was an artist, with a brush made from its beams,
And with the lake as its canvas , it painted our dreams.