Song Of The Yukon Rose

(альбом: Powder River - 1989)

There's a place on the Yukon river, called the Carriboux saloon
Where the miners go, to spend their gold
An' listen to the sad, sweet tune
Feast their eyes' upon the beauty of the lovely Yukon rose
They can look but they better not touch her, she belongs to Pierre Leboux
They say he found down in Seattle, won her at a young and tender age
Now she sings up here, while the men drink beer
Like a bird in a guilded cage
Well, one time a man from Tulsa challenged Pierre for her rose's hand
Now he lies below the the bitter snow in this wild and savage land

Some nights when the northern lights are shining
And the cold north wind is howling across the snow
Is it just the wind that you hear sighing
Or could it be the sound of the Yukon rose

Then one night a bigfoot just happened to be passing by
And there in the dark his heart his lonely heart
Was touched by rose's lullaby
So he walked into the bar room and every one turned to stare
But he looked to them just like a bearded man, in a coat of grizzly hair
Bigfoot saw the Yukon rose and their eyes meet through the gloom
An' she was hypnotized by his gentle eyes, and was drawn across the room
Now they say that love has no boundaries, an' I reckon that it's right
'Cause beauty and the savage beast, fell in love that night

Some nights when the northern lights are shining
An' the cold north winds are howling 'cross the snow
Is it just the wind that you hear sighing
Or could it be the song of the Yukon rose

Now Pierre was in the back room, dealing cards when the music stopped
He laid his hand down and looked around, and said nobody touch that pot
He walked out to the bar room and the trouble began
An' his blood ran cold when he saw the rose, in the arms of the tall strange man
Pierre walked up and he grabbed her, an' shoved her t'wards the stage
And the gentle look in the strangers eyes, turned wild and red with rage
An' then with just one mighty blow, Pierre lay on the saw-dust floor
The tall strange man, took the ladies hand, an' walked out through the door

No one dared to follow, and where he took her no one knows
But we all jumped back, when we saw the tracks of bigfoot in the snow
Some say she probably died that winter, she should have I s'pose
But just last night under the northern lights
I heard the song of the Yukon rose

Some nights when the northern lights are shining
And the cold north wind is howling across the snow
Is it just the wind that you hear sighing
Or could it be the song of the Yukon rose