Northwest Passage - The Real McKenzies

Westward from the Davis Strait 'tis there 'twas said to lie

The sea route to the Orient for which so many died

Seeking gold and glory, leaving broken weathered bones

And a long forgotten lonely cairn of stones

Ah for just one time I would take the Northwest Passage

To find the hand of Franklin reaching for the Beaufort Sea

Tracing one warm line through a land so wild and savage

And make a Northwest Passage to the sea

Three centuries thereafer I take passage overland

In the footsteps of brave Kelso, where his «sea of flowers"began

Watching cities rise before me, and behind me sink again

This tardiest explorer driving hard across the plain

Ah for just one time I would take the Northwest passage

To find the hand of Franklin reaching for the Beaufort Sea

Tracing one warm line through a land so wild and savage

To make a Northwest Passage to the sea

Through the night, behind the wheel, the mileage clicking west

I think upon Mackenzie, David Thompson and the rest

Who cracked the mountain ramparts

And showed a path for me To race the roaring Fraser to the sea

How then am I so different from the first men to this way

Like them I led a sheltered life and threw it all away

To seek a Northwest Passage at the call of many men

To find there but the road back home again

Ah for just one time I would take the Northwest Passage

To find the hand of Franklin reaching for the Beaufort Sea

Tracing one warm line through a land so wild and savage

And make a northwest passage to the sea

And make a Northwest Passage to the sea.