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It’s early in the morning

When the birds sing in the pines;

The sun peeks through the forest

Where the cold river climbs

The men are up at five o’clock

And to the trees at six

A hard day’s work, a good night’s sleep

Is all they ever mix

Way, hey, another brand-new day

On the wild and windy shores

Of old Super-i-ay

From North Bay to Fort William

On the rocky northern shore

The mills are filled with cedar pulp

And the boats are filled with ore

I worked in a logging camp

My daddy did before —

We’re calloused hands and weathered skin

And iron to the core

Way, hey, another brand-new day

On the wild and windy shores

Of old Super-i-ay

Now the flies are thick and the men get sick

It’s as cold as it can be

And nothing’s unexpected

In the north coun-ter-y

When the summer ends and the winter comes

It’s forty-two below;

We settle down in plywood shacks

And cover up with snow

Way, hey, another brand-new day

On the wild and windy shores

Of old Super-i-ay

Now, when I die I will have seen

The wonders of the sea

And I will have climbed the mountains

In the western coun-ter-y

But most of all I won’t forget

The wild and wondrous thing

The falling of the timber

When it’s early in the spring

Way, hey, another brand-new day

On the wild and windy shores

Of old Super-i-ay

Way, hey, another brand-new day

On the wild and windy shores

Of old Super-i-ay

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