The Call of the Wild

When you're lonely, when you're weary, when you feel you've lost your way,
When the world seems dark and dreary, and you long for brighter day,
When your hopes are crushed and broken, and your spirit is downcast,
When you feel you've been mistaken, and your chance has gone at last,
Then you should go out a-roaming, where the wild winds freely blow,
And the silent stars are beaming, and the mighty rivers flow.
Go where the sun is setting, and the moon is rising high,
And your weary soul is fretting, and you long for open sky.
Go where the frost is gleaming, and the snow lies deep and white,
And the lonely owls are screaming, in the long and silent night.
Go where the moose is crashing, through the undergrowth so deep,
And the Northern Lights are flashing, while the world is fast asleep.
Go where the land is lonely, and the people are so few,
And the wildness makes you holy, and the silence makes you new.
Then you will find your spirit, and your strength will be renewed,
And you will learn to live it, and to face the world with pride.
For the wildness of the Yukon, it will set your spirit free,
And you will learn to love it, and to live in harmony.
And you will find your purpose, and your meaning in the wild,
And you will learn to love it, and to live with all your heart.
And you will find your peace, and your contentment in the wild,
And you will learn to love it, and to live with all your soul.
For the wildness of the Yukon, it will set your spirit free,
And you will learn to love it, and to live in harmony.