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There’s a caribou wind blowing from the North

The Peace River springs from its source

A bush pilot flies a course — for the bull camps

The raven cries and the loon calls

Indian summer in the early fall

Black bear rug hanging on the wall

The trap line is set, the cord wood cut

Racks in the smokehouse all filled up

Fresh game on the backs of the hunter’s trucks

Where Huskies and Husqvuarna’s are the tools of the trade

With the Kodiaks and the cougar cats staking out a claim

The magnetic needle guides the way

To the barrens and the Arctic Straits

And chainsaws and sled dogs they won’t let you down

A thousand miles North of a 100 Mile House

Chilkoot graves in the days of old

Gravel in the riverbed heavy with gold

Wolverine tracks in the silence of the snow

Hear the lead dogs ‘neath the Northern lights

The muskeg roads are a bridge of ice

And the glaciers creeping closer all the time

There’s a moose in the timber frail and old

He’s growing weak and the wolves are close

They leave behind nothing but his bones

The trappers and the traders tell

How they came for the beaver pelts

And found the seeping sands at Norman Wells

In the dark of night out on the road

There’s shining eyes and dark shadows

A few remaining woodland buffalo

See the stories of the Northern Route

In the eyes of the malamute

And the spirit of the great bear stands true

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