In the north woods where the wild wolves are and the coyotes howl at night
And the bobcats prowl the undergrowth in search of a tasty bite
Where the wind goes wuthering through the pines and the sound of the questioning owl
Competes with the lunatic laugh of the loon and the panther’s hungry growl
Up north in the land of lakes and swamps, of Northern lights and Snow
There’s a little cabin in the woods where the lonely hunter goes
It sits on a hill by Lost Lake Swamp surrounded by trees and air
There’s no human soul for miles around, you can shout and there’s no one to hear
But the hungry hungry jay on his branch outside and the squirrel in his hidden nest
And the little songbird on the rock with his puffed up feather chest
And most times the loneliness is good and sometimes it makes you scared
If something happened to you out here how long until someone cared?
If you wandered down to check the stand and knelt beside the trail
And the wolf whose tracks you’re studyin’ sneaks up behind on the trail
And slashes you on the back and as you lay there bleedin’ out
You know there’s no one there to hear so you don’t even shout
And your ghost will haunt the lonely pines and wander through the swamp
And years from now the folks will tell of the legend of Lost Lake Swamp
And the hunter who was vanished there in the land of snow and northern lights
In the north woods where the wild wolves are and the coyotes howl at night
