| Westward from the Davis Strait 'tis there 'twas said to lie
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| The sea route to the Orient for which so many died
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| Seeking gold and glory, leaving broken weathered bones
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| And a long forgotten lonely cairn of stones
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| Ah for just one time I would take the Northwest Passage
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| To find the hand of Franklin reaching for the Beaufort Sea
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| Tracing one warm line through a land so wild and savage
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| And make a Northwest Passage to the sea
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| Three centuries thereafer I take passage overland
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| In the footsteps of brave Kelso, where his «sea of flowers"began
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| Watching cities rise before me, and behind me sink again
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| This tardiest explorer driving hard across the plain
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| Ah for just one time I would take the Northwest passage
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| To find the hand of Franklin reaching for the Beaufort Sea
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| Tracing one warm line through a land so wild and savage
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| To make a Northwest Passage to the sea
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| Through the night, behind the wheel, the mileage clicking west
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| I think upon Mackenzie, David Thompson and the rest
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| Who cracked the mountain ramparts
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| And showed a path for me To race the roaring Fraser to the sea
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| How then am I so different from the first men to this way
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| Like them I led a sheltered life and threw it all away
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| To seek a Northwest Passage at the call of many men
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| To find there but the road back home again
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| Ah for just one time I would take the Northwest Passage
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| To find the hand of Franklin reaching for the Beaufort Sea
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| Tracing one warm line through a land so wild and savage
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| And make a northwest passage to the sea
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| And make a Northwest Passage to the sea. |