THE CALL OF THE WOODS
Talk of your “call of the wild,”“Nature” an’ similar stuff!Talk of “the callOf the forest” an’ all—Haven’t I heard it enough?Why am I cranky an’ riled?What is it ailin’ of me?What’s my complaint?Jest “the woods!” If it ain’t,What in the world kin it be?Out of the woods it breaks forth—Call of the wild in the air.What do I hearWith my listenin’ ear?Somethin’ a-coaxin’ me there.Wind has swung ’round to the north,Sky has a promise of snow,Moon on the hillIt is silver an’ chill;An’ I am longin’ to go—Breathin’ the breath of the pine,Walkin’ the hayroad again,Hearin’ old talesAn’ trampin’ old trails,Bunkin’ with men thet are men—Men thet are pardners of mine,Fighters an’ workers an’ kings,Men who have stoodBy my side in the woodAt the beginnin’ of things.Woods? I have lived, man an’ boy,Up in the woods forty year,Driven their streamsWhere the quickwater gleams,Fought ’em from store-boom to rear,Tasted their pain an’ their joy,Drunk of their fun an’ their woe,Sorrow an’ song,An’ it’s there I belong—Lord, but I’m crazy to go!
Talk of your “call of the wild,”“Nature” an’ similar stuff!Talk of “the callOf the forest” an’ all—Haven’t I heard it enough?Why am I cranky an’ riled?What is it ailin’ of me?What’s my complaint?Jest “the woods!” If it ain’t,What in the world kin it be?Out of the woods it breaks forth—Call of the wild in the air.What do I hearWith my listenin’ ear?Somethin’ a-coaxin’ me there.Wind has swung ’round to the north,Sky has a promise of snow,Moon on the hillIt is silver an’ chill;An’ I am longin’ to go—Breathin’ the breath of the pine,Walkin’ the hayroad again,Hearin’ old talesAn’ trampin’ old trails,Bunkin’ with men thet are men—Men thet are pardners of mine,Fighters an’ workers an’ kings,Men who have stoodBy my side in the woodAt the beginnin’ of things.Woods? I have lived, man an’ boy,Up in the woods forty year,Driven their streamsWhere the quickwater gleams,Fought ’em from store-boom to rear,Tasted their pain an’ their joy,Drunk of their fun an’ their woe,Sorrow an’ song,An’ it’s there I belong—Lord, but I’m crazy to go!
Talk of your “call of the wild,”“Nature” an’ similar stuff!Talk of “the callOf the forest” an’ all—Haven’t I heard it enough?Why am I cranky an’ riled?What is it ailin’ of me?What’s my complaint?Jest “the woods!” If it ain’t,What in the world kin it be?
Talk of your “call of the wild,”
“Nature” an’ similar stuff!
Talk of “the call
Of the forest” an’ all—
Haven’t I heard it enough?
Why am I cranky an’ riled?
What is it ailin’ of me?
What’s my complaint?
Jest “the woods!” If it ain’t,
What in the world kin it be?
Out of the woods it breaks forth—Call of the wild in the air.What do I hearWith my listenin’ ear?Somethin’ a-coaxin’ me there.Wind has swung ’round to the north,Sky has a promise of snow,Moon on the hillIt is silver an’ chill;An’ I am longin’ to go—
Out of the woods it breaks forth—
Call of the wild in the air.
What do I hear
With my listenin’ ear?
Somethin’ a-coaxin’ me there.
Wind has swung ’round to the north,
Sky has a promise of snow,
Moon on the hill
It is silver an’ chill;
An’ I am longin’ to go—
Breathin’ the breath of the pine,Walkin’ the hayroad again,Hearin’ old talesAn’ trampin’ old trails,Bunkin’ with men thet are men—Men thet are pardners of mine,Fighters an’ workers an’ kings,Men who have stoodBy my side in the woodAt the beginnin’ of things.
Breathin’ the breath of the pine,
Walkin’ the hayroad again,
Hearin’ old tales
An’ trampin’ old trails,
Bunkin’ with men thet are men—
Men thet are pardners of mine,
Fighters an’ workers an’ kings,
Men who have stood
By my side in the wood
At the beginnin’ of things.
Woods? I have lived, man an’ boy,Up in the woods forty year,Driven their streamsWhere the quickwater gleams,Fought ’em from store-boom to rear,Tasted their pain an’ their joy,Drunk of their fun an’ their woe,Sorrow an’ song,An’ it’s there I belong—Lord, but I’m crazy to go!
Woods? I have lived, man an’ boy,
Up in the woods forty year,
Driven their streams
Where the quickwater gleams,
Fought ’em from store-boom to rear,
Tasted their pain an’ their joy,
Drunk of their fun an’ their woe,
Sorrow an’ song,
An’ it’s there I belong—
Lord, but I’m crazy to go!