Attend, and let me tell you of this lady North of mine.
A weird and wild beauty, with a presence strangely divine.
When men come up to find her, they remain and always are true
(Though this breed of men is aging fast, as their numbers fall to few)
To a code of respect if you want to survive in the harshness of her wild,
That long after men have come and gone, will still be undefiled.
And this code of trust is simple; all she commands for men to do
Is to give such aid to others as you would have them give aid to you.
For my lady fair is a ruthless maid, with no regard for a fool.
As she can be both hot and cold, so too is she kind and cruel.
But ever yet I gaze upon her strange and wondrous beauty.
Forever hers, forever guarding, her solitude is my duty.
And oh to have the summer days and guard the winter nights,
The stunted trees, the lone bull moose, and the dancing northern lights.
The 'squites that try to suck you dry, the river sweeping pine.
Surreal colors, lonely sounds, a fairytale design.
The winter cold that chills the air, til it's dangerous to take a breath.
And cool white North will hold you close and bestow the kiss of death.
The break up of the winter ice, when the snow begins to melt.
And throughout the land, a warm spring breeze isn't heard so much as felt.
Then on the river, I take myself, always needing to round the next bend,
Til I'm blinded by clear sunlit lakes that never, ever end.
I watch the grizzlies hunt for prey along the willow-lined shores,
I've seen it all, it never ends, but still, I still want more.
I want the cool crisp mornings that come with the frost of fall.
I want to set my compass by the quork of a raven's call.
There are mountains waiting for me, reaching up and beyond the sky.
And when Im at the top, Ill hear the echoes of my sigh.
North takes me far beyond what's known, and whirls me in her dance.
Yet even while thrilled by her love, I feel my lonely stance.
She takes away my memories of who I was before,
And shows me why the scruffy ravens quoth the nevermore.
Once I'm mad with searching for something I can't find,
My dizzy lady comes to me and steals my peace of mind.
I'll be so sick with loneliness, I swear I'll stay away.
But wise North knows me better; I'll return to her someday.
For there's something that will beckon to me with a quiet howl,
And haunt me on the edges, like a lone wolf on the prowl.
Away is such a small word, but what I didn't understand
Is I never had a choice, and it's for me that North demands.
She's cursed me with this need for her that'll never really die.
I once thought I'd outrun it, but I fail if I ever try.
For if I leave, she pines for me, and it always breaks my heart
How she welcomes me back in her arms, so I think we'll never part.
And I'll rest my bones on some lone peak, or in the valley below,
Or burn me to an ash and commit me to the river's flow.
One more thing, before I leave, and I know you know it's true.
Lady North always gets her way. She has me, and she'll get you.</sub>