Hank Snow Spell of the Yukon Lyrics:
I wanted the gold and I sought it I scrabbled and
mucked like a slave Was it famine or scurvy I
fought it I hurled my youth into a grave I wanted
the gold and I got it came out with a fortune last
fall Yet somehow life's not what I thought it and
somehow the gold isn't all

No there's the land have you seen it it's the
cussedest land that I know From the big dizzy
mountains that screen it to the deep death-like
valleys below Some say God was tired when he made
it some say it's a fine land to shun Maybe but
there's some that would trade it for no land owner
and I'm one

You come to get rich that's a good reason you feel
like an exile at first You hate it like hell for a
season and then you're worse than the worst It
grips you like some kinds of sinning it twists you
from foe to a friend It seems it's been since the
beginning it seems it will be to the end

I've stood in some mighty mouthed-hollow that's
plumb full of hush to the brim I've watched the
big husky sun wallow in crimson and gold and grow
dim Till the moon set the pearly peaks gleaming
and the stars tumbled out neck and crop And I
thought that I surely was dreaming with the peace
of the world piled on top

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The summer no sweeter was ever the sunshiny woods
all a thrill The grayling a leap in the river the
bighorn asleep on a hill The strong life that
never knows harness the wilds where the caribou
call The freshness the freedom the farness oh God
how I'm stuck on it all

The winter the brightness that blinds you the
white land locked tight as a drum The cold fear
that follows and finds you the silence that
bludgeons you dumb The snows that are older than
history the woods where the weird shadows slant
The stillness the moonlight the myst'ry I'd bade
them goodbye but I can't

There's a land where the mountains are nameless
And the rivers all run God knows where There are
lives that are erring and aimless and deaths that
just hang by a hair There are hardships that
nobody reckons there are valleys unpeopled and
still There's a land oh how it beckons and beckons
and I want to go back and I will

They're making my money diminish I'm sick of the
taste of champagne Thank God when I'm skinned to a
finish I'll pike to the Yukon again I'll fight and
you bet it's no sham fight it's hell but I've been
there before And it's better than this by a damn
sight so me for the Yukon once more

There's gold and its haunting and haunting it's
luring me on as of old Yet it isn't the gold that
I'm wanting so much as just finding the gold It's
the great big broadland way up yonder it's the
forest where silence has lease It's the beauty
that thrills me with wonder it's the stillness
that fills me with peace
Lyrics: Spell of the Yukon, Hank Snow [end]