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Black is the sky but the land is white	A
O the wind the snow and the storm	B
Father where is our boy to night	A
Pray to God he is safe and warm	B
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Mother mother why should you fear	C
Safe is he and the Arctic moon	D
Over his cabin shines so clear	C
Rest and sleep 'twill be morning soon	D
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It's getting dark awful sudden Say this is mighty queer	C
Where in the world have I got to It's still and black as a tomb	E
I reckoned the camp was yonder I figured the trail was here	F
Nothing Just draw and valley packed with quiet and gloom	E
Snow that comes down like feathers thick and gobby and gray	G
Night that looks spiteful ugly seems that I've lost my way	G
The cold's got an edge like a jackknife it must be forty below	H
Leastways that's what it seems like it cuts so fierce to the bone	I
The wind's getting real ferocious it's heaving and whirling the snow	H
It shrieks with a howl of fury it dies away to a moan	I
Its arms sweep round like a banshee's swift and icily white	A
And buffet and blind and beat me Lord it's a hell of a night	A
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I'm all tangled up in a blizzard There's only one thing to do	J
Keep on moving and moving it's death it's death if I rest	K
Oh God if I see the morning if only I struggle through	J
I'll say the prayers I've forgotten since I lay on my mother's breast	K
I seem going round in a circle maybe the camp is near	C
Say did somebody holler Was it a light I saw	L
Or was it only a notion I'll shout and maybe they'll hear	F
No the wind only drowns me shout till my throat is raw	M
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The boys are all round the camp fire wondering when I'll be back	N
They'll soon be starting to seek me they'll scarcely wait for the light	A
What will they find I wonder when they come to the end of my track	N
A hand stuck out of a snowdrift frozen and stiff and white	A
That's what they'll strike I reckon that's how they'll find their pard	A
A pie faced corpse in a snowbank curse you don't be a fool	O
Play the game to the finish bet on your very last card	A
Nerve yourself for the struggle Oh you coward keep cool	O
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I'm going to lick this blizzard I'm going to live the night	A
It can't down me with its bluster I'm not the kind to be beat	A
On hands and knees will I buck it with every breath will I fight	A
It's life it's life that I fight for never it seemed so sweet	A
I know that my face is frozen my hands are numblike and dead	A
But oh my feet keep a moving heavy and hard and slow	H
They're trying to kill me kill me the night that's black overhead	A
The wind that cuts like a razor the whipcord lash of the snow	H
Keep a moving a moving don't don't stumble you fool	O
Curse this snow that's a piling a purpose to block my way	G
It's heavy as gold in the rocker it's white and fleecy as wool	P
It's soft as a bed of feathers it's warm as a stack of hay	G
Curse on my feet that slip so my poor tired stumbling feet	A
I guess they're a job for the surgeon they feel so queerlike to lift	A
I'll rest them just for a moment oh but to rest is sweet	A
The awful wind cannot get me deep deep down in the drift	A
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Father a bitter cry I heard	A
Out of the night so dark and wild	A
Why is my heart so strangely stirred	A
'Twas like the voice of our erring child	A
Mother mother you only heard	A
A waterfowl in the locked lagoon	D
Out of the night a wounded bird	A
Rest and sleep 'twill be morning soon	D
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Who is it talks of sleeping I'll swear that somebody shook	Q
Me hard by the arm for a moment but how on earth could it be	R
See how my feet are moving awfully funny they look	Q
Moving as if they belonged to a someone that wasn't me	R
The wind down the night's long alley bowls me down like a pin	S
I stagger and fall and stagger crawl arm deep in the snow	H
Beaten back to my corner how can I hope to win	S
And there is the blizzard waiting to give me the knockout blow	H
Oh I'm so warm and sleepy No more hunger and pain	T
Just to rest for a moment was ever rest such a joy	U
Ha what was that I'll swear it somebody shook me again	V
Somebody seemed to whisper Fight to the last my boy	U
Fight That's right I must struggle I know that to rest means death	W
Death but then what does death mean ease from a world of strife	X
Life has been none too pleasant yet with my failing breath	W
Still and still must I struggle fight for the gift of life	X
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Seems that I must be dreaming Here is the old home trail	Y
Yonder a light is gleaming oh I know it so well	Z
The air is scented with clover the cattle wait by the rail	Y
Father is through with the milking there goes the supper bell	Z
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Mother your boy is crying out in the night and cold	A
Let me in and forgive me I'll never be bad any more	A2
I'm oh so sick and so sorry please dear mother don't scold	A
It's just your boy and he wants you Mother open the door	A2
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Father father I saw a face	B2
Pressed just now to the window pane	T
Oh it gazed for a moment's space	B2
Wild and wan and was gone again	V
Mother mother you saw the snow	H
Drifted down from the maple tree	R
Oh the wind that is sobbing so	H
Weary and worn and old are we	R
Only the snow and a wounded loon	D
Rest and sleep 'twill be morning soon	D

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