In Northern Wisconsin
That woman is a good woman We must leave her alone. That woman killed A deer, cut its heart With a stone. She made stiff shoes From bark and whistles From bone. That woman, her sister fell Snapped on the ground. Was a chestnut Morning with yellow, Green grass all around. That woman, her father Sat on the great river On snow on the river Over fish under the leaves To pray and pray. He never came home. That woman, her boy Carved bows and Carried fire in his hair. His name was given him By our Uncle the Bear. That woman is a good woman We must let her be. Let the Spirit decide when To pull the roots from her tree.