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Where the North Begins
You tell me you're a stranger
From lands that lie afar,
You ask me where the North begins
And what its boundaries are.
The North is not an area
It's not a piece of land,
The North's a spirit and a life
Which, you must understand.
Up here the handclasp's stronger,
Far from the city dins,
Up here the smile lasts longer,
That's where the North begins.
Up here the sun shines brighter,
Where worries easily end,
Up here the snow lies whiter,
You're in the North, my friend.
Where every man's a fighter
And no one quits the game,
Where the bond of friendship's tighter
And honor's more than fame.
Where you feel the fresh wind blowing
From pine woods clean and pure,
Where you find the streams aflowing
You're in the North for sure. |
Where fewer hearts are
aching,
And fewer men walk broke,
Where world's still in the making,
And all hearts carry hope.
Where fellows don't mind giving,
And we ask no creed or name,
Where the fun of lift is living
For life is worth the game.
Have you left the camp at daylight
As dawn was breaking forth,
Carried back your deer at twilight?
Then you've really known the North.
Have you smelled the bacon frying,
By water where the big fish swims,
Made friends without half trying?
That's where the North begins.
For the North is not a country,
Measured by terms of land,
The real North is a spirit
Which you must understand.
Vern L. Miller |
