It’s the far northland that’s a callin’ me away.
As take I with my packs I to the road.
It’s the call on me of the forest in the north
That calls me to the waterways once more.

(chorus:)

By Lake DUNcan and clear WAter to the bearskin I will go where you see the loon and hear his 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 flash of paddle blades a gleamin’ in the sun
of canoes a softly skimmin’ by the shore.
It’s the smell of pine and bracken comin’ on the breeze
that calls me to the waterways once more.

(repeat chorus)

(softly) It’s the far northland that’s a callin’ me away
as take I with my packs I to the road.