The Spell Of The Yukon

The summer there's sweeter
The grayling in the river
The bighorn on the hill
And the sunshiny woods all a thrill

The winter blinds you
The cold fear finds you
The white land locked tight as a drum
And the silence that bludgeons you [A7dumb

There's gold and [Bm]it is haunting
It is luring me on [C7]as of old
Yet it isn't gold I'm wanting
So much as just finding gold
It's the great big broad land [Bm]yonder
It's the beauty that thrills me with wonder and [Bm]peace

The mountains are nameless
The lives are aimless
The ɾivers all [Em]ɾun God knows where
And the deaths just hang by a hair

In the mighty-mouthed hollows
The big sun wallows
In crimson [C7]and [Bm]grows dim
Until the moon [C7]set the peaks gleaming

There's gold and [Bm]it is haunting
It is luring me on [C7]as of old
Yet it isn't gold I'm wanting
So much as just finding gold
It's the great big broad land [Bm]yonder
It's the beauty that thrills me with wonder and [Bm]peace

They're making my [A]money diminish
I'm sick of tasting their champagne
Thank god! When I'm skinned to [C7]a finish
I'll pike to [C7]the Yukon [C7]again

So, me for [Dm7]the Yukon [C7]once more