cspencera@me.com    955 Eudora St., #1607, Denver, CO 80220
This is such a beautiful song, which I recorded and memorized from Radio Canada in Quebec
in l978, and have been searching for since. I, too, thought he'd said "Knowledge", thought
Klahowyeh was a particular tribe, and presumed the long name was some type of demon
or demonic Kachina. The thing is that I, and from my reading here, others, deeply felt what the song was saying, and understood it emotionally, whatever particular meaning or
misunderstanding we gave to the words. The whole here is so much more than the sum
of its parts. Maybe Ian Tyson was, for whatever reason, feeling a bit of personal despair
here, as conveyed in the song, and for that reason either can't or won't remember the time.
I realize that this is pure idle speculation, without a shred of evidence, and I apologize in advance for that to Ian. Yet all of us have at one time or another probably felt similar
emotions, and my guess is that this is part of what so draws us, over so many years, to
understand this song. So thank you for this gift anyway, Ian. And thanks to Sylvia Fricker also, for music that can carry these words and move us further towards feeling them.