The Logging Song

It's early in the morning
 When the birds sing in the pines
 The sun peeks through the forest
 Where the cold river climbs
 The men are up at five o'clock
 And to the trees at six
 A hard day's work, a good night's sleep
 Is all they ever mix
 Way, hey
 Another brand-new day
 On the wild and windy shores
 Of old super-i-ay
 From North Bay to Fort William
 On the rocky northern shore
 The mills are filled with cedar pulp
 And the boats are filled with ore
 I worked in a logging camp
 My daddy did before
 We're calloused hands and weathered skin
 And iron to the core
 Way, hey
 Another brand-new day
 On the wild and windy shores
 Of old super-i-ay
 Now the flies are thick and the men get sick
 It's as cold as it can be
 And nothing's unexpected
 In the north coun-ter-y
 When the summer ends and the winter comes
 It's forty-two below
 We settle down in plywood shacks
 And cover up with snow
 Way, hey
 Another brand-new day
 On the wild and windy shores
 Of old super-i-ay
 Now, when I die I will have seen
 The wonders of the sea
 And I will have climbed the mountains
 In the western coun-ter-y
 But most of all I won't forget
 The wild and wondrous thing
 The falling of the timber
 When it's early in the spring
 Way, hey
 Another brand-new day
 On the wild and windy shores
 Of old super-i-ay
 Way, hey
 Another brand-new day
 On the wild and windy shores
 Of old super-i-ay