Long White Glacier

(to the tune of "Long Black Veil," Johnny Cash)

Anders Carlson, Glacial Class, spring trip 2001

Fifteen k ago

On a frozen bed

From Madison

Some ice fled

Few glacial striations

But a bunch of drumlins

Showed the flow

Of the Green Bay lobe

Chorus

The Johnstown moraine

Showed compressing flow

Stacking basal ice

At the glacier's toe

Drumlins w/diaperes

Evident deformation

Frozen or wet

That's your estimation

Chorus

The glacier was high

Grinding up sand stone

Its time was due

Go back to the Kanook home

But sometimes in winter

When the cold wind blows

Dark chills flow

The ghost of the Green Bay lobe

Chorus:

It carved these hills

With a frozen terminus

Deposited drumlins

With a melting bed

Nobody knows

Nobody sees

Nobody knows

But the quats and me