It's the far Northland that's a-calling me away
As take I with my packsack to the road
It's the call on me of the forest in the North
As step I with the sunlight for my load.
Chorus:
From the Bearskin to Lake Duncan to Lake Gunflint, I will go
Where you see the loon and hear its plaintive wail.
If you're thinkin' in your inner heart, there's swagger in my step
You've never been along the border trail.
It's the far Northland that's a-calling me away
As take I with my packsack to the trail
It's the flash of paddle blades a-gleaming in the sun
A canoe softly skimming by the shore
It's the tang of pine and bracken coming on the breeze
That calls me to the waterways once more.
Chorus:
From the Bearskin to Lake Duncan to Lake Gunflint, I will go
Where you see the loon and hear its plaintive wail.
If you're thinkin' in your inner heart, there's swagger in my step
You've never been along the border trail.
It's the far Northland that's a-calling me away
As take I with my packsack to the trail
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