There's a place on the Yukon river, called the Carriboux Saloon.
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Where the miners go, to spend their gold,
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An' listen to the sad, sweet tune.
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Feast their eyes' upon the beauty of the lovely Yukon Rose,
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They can look but they better not touch her, she belongs to Pierre
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LeBoux.
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They say he found down in Seattle, won her at a young and tender age.
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Now she sings up here, while the men drink beer,
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Like a bird in a guilded cage.
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Well, one time a man from Tulsa challenged Pierre for her Rose's hand,
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Now he lies below the the bitter snow in this wild and savage land.
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Some nights when the Northern Lights are shinin'
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And the cold north wind is howlin' across the snow.
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Is it just the wind that you hear sighin'...or could it be the sound of
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the Yukon Rose.
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Then one night a bigfoot just happened to be passin' by.
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And there in the dark his heart his lonely heart,
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Was touched by Rose's lulaby.
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So he walked into the bar room and every one turned to stare,
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But he looked to them just like a bearded man, in a coat of grizzly
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hair.
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Bigfoot saw the Yukon Rose and their eyes meet through the gloom.
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An' she was hypnotized by his gentle eyes, and was drawn across the
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room.
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Now they say that love has no bounderies, an' I reckon that it's right,
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'Cause beauty and the savage beast, fell in love that night.
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Some nights when the Northern Lights are shinin',
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An' the cold North winds are howlin' 'cross the snow,
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Is it just the wind that you hear sighin'...
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Or could it be the song of the Yukon Rose...
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Now Pierre was in the back room, dealin' cards when the music stoped.
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He laid his hand down and looked around, and said nobody touch that pot.
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He walked out to the bar room and the trouble began,
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An' his blood ran cold when he saw the Rose, in the arms of the tall
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strange man.
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Pierre walked up and he grabbed her, an' shoved her t'wards the stage,
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And the gentle look in the strangers eyes, turned wild and red with
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rage.
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An' then with just one mighty blow, Pierre lay on the saw-dust floor.
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The tall strange man, took the ladies hand, an' walked out through the
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door.
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No one dared to follow, and where he took her no one knows,
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But we all jumped back, when we saw the tracks. Of bigfoot in the snow.
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Some say she probably died that winter, she must have I s'pose.
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But just last night under the Northern Lights,
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I heard the song of the Yukon Rose.
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Some nights when the Northern Lights are shinin',
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And the cold north wind is howlin' across the snow,
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Is it just the wind that you hear sighin'...
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Or could it be the song of the Yukon Rose
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Song Of The Yukon Rose
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| Chris LeDoux |
