The Far Northland

The Far Northland

It's the far northland that's a-callin' me away
As step I with my packsack to the road.
It's the call on me of the forest in the north
As step I with the sunlight for my load.

O'er the trail a-winding deep into the forest I will go
There you see the loon and hear its plaintive wail.
If you're thinking in your inner heart, there's swagger in my step,
You've never been along the Piermont Trail.

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