The Logging Song

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