Somewhere in the darkness, a wolf howls in the night And the trail gets dark and lonely, and the heart beats fast with fright Then the moon slides from behind the clouds, and the snow turns silver white, and the spirit sings And in my soul you are my brother, and our heart sing the same tune Where once there was just darkness you became the moon Where once there was just sorrow, the heart is given wings, there will be light tomorrow, and the spirit sings Now there's a spring wind from the ocean, and the night has turned to day, and the heart's no longer lonely And the eyes have seen the way And there are flowers on the desert, and the sky's a summer blue, and the spirit sings because of you And in my soul you are my sister, and our heart sing the same tune Where once there was just darkness you became the moon Where once there was just sorrow, the heart is given wings, there will be light tomorrow, and the spirit sings

Runnin' for the medicine line Heading north for the 49 Leave your troubles far behind Runnin' for the medicine line On the trail of the lonesome pine Nobody's gonna find you Long ago a great white queen They called her Kukum ruled the land When the cavalry came to take them down North to the border they ran They were runnin' for the medicine line Heading north of the 49 Leave you troubles far behind you Runnin' for the medicine line On the trail of the lonesome pine Nobody's gonna find you In the time of Vietnam When things did not look right They ran from their native land Instead of going off to fight They were runnin' for the medicine line Heading north of the 49 Leave you troubles far behind you Runnin' for the medicine line On the trail of the lonesome pine Nobody's gonna find you Friends it won't be long When there's too many mouths to feed And all the waters gone And the people are in need They'll be runnin' for the medicine line Heading north of the 49 Leave you troubles far behind you Runnin' for the medicine line On the trail of the lonesome pine Nobody's gonna find you Runnin' for the medicine line Heading north of the 49 Leave you troubles far behind you Runnin' for the medicine line On the trail of the lonesome pine Nobody's gonna find you Nobody's gonna find you

Tuksu has a trapline, and she makes all her own clothes From the furlined parka on her back to the mukluks on her toes Susie has a business she built up on her own And Clair says the north's the only place to raise her son alone Annie is an architect and she's build her own house With the windows at odd angles and they look out on the south Mary has a houseboat she lives out on the bay And she drives her dog team into town, across the icy way Daughters of the dawn in the land of the midnight sun They don't ask for any help or rely on anyone The don't talk about the issues, they go out and get it done Daughters of the dawn in the land of the midnight sun TC's on the radio it'll be tv some day or Maybe up in government like Nellie Cornoyer Linda's made a cozy home, in the dark and cold and wind And the're just as strong and brave as those northern men Daughters of the dawn in the land of the midnight sun They don't ask for any help or rely on anyone The don't talk about the issues, they go out and get it done Daughters of the dawn in the land of the midnight sun The don't talk about the issues, they go out and get it done Daughters of the dawn in the land of the midnight sun

The scent of leaves in springtime, takes me back when I was young Rode our horses on the meadow, in the fading eening sun I hear a Robin singing and I don't feel so alone It reminds me, It still reminds me It reminds me of home Sometimes I go down to the river, just to wander through the pines And their fragrance in the sunshine, takes me back to better times Summer breezes in the mountains, had that pungent overtone I never meant to leave there, and I've been gone too long Just the thought of going back, keeps me hanging on And sometimes after midnight, when a lonesome whistle blows I hear the echo down the valley, by the river swimming holes Cherished memories of childhood, and the place where they were grown