The Logging Song

Lyrics

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