Bill Staines - The logging song

It's ^Amearly in the morning When the b^Girds sing in the pines; The ^Amsun peeks through the ^Fforest Where the c^Gold river c^Amlimbs. The ^Ammen are up at five o'clock And t^Go the trees at six. A ha^Amrd day's work, a ^Fgood night's sleep Is a^Gll they ever ^Ammix.

^AmWay H^Fey, it’s an^Cother brand new ^Dmday on the ^Amwild & windy sh^Fores of O^Gld Super - i-^Amay

From ^AmNorth Bay to Fort William On the r^Gocky northern shore, The ^Ammills are filled with c^Fedar pulp And the b^Goats are filled with ^Amore. I ^Amworked in a logging camp, My d^Gaddy did before We're c^Amalloused hands and ^Fweathered skin And ^Giron to the c^Amore.

^AmWay H^Fey, it’s an^Cother brand new ^Dmday on the ^Amwild & windy sh^Fores of O^Gld Super - i-^Amay

Now the ^Amflies are thick and the men get sick, It's as ^Gcold as it can be, And ^Amnothing's unex^Fpected In the n^Gorth coun- ter-^Am y. When the ^Amsummer ends and the winter comes, It's ^Gforty-two below; We ^Amsettle down in ^Fplywood shacks And c^Gover up with s^Amnow.

^AmWay H^Fey, it’s an^Cother brand new ^Dmday on the ^Amwild & windy sh^Fores of O^Gld Super - i-^Amay

Now, ^Amwhen I die I will have seen The w^Gonders of the sea, And I ^Amwill have climbed the ^Fmountains In the w^Gestern coun-ter^Am-y. But ^Ammost of all I won't forget The ^Gwild and wondrous thing, The f^Amalling of the ^Ftimber When it's e^Garly in the sp^Amring.

^AmWay H^Fey, it’s an^Cother brand new ^Dmday on the ^Amwild & windy sh^Fores of O^Gld Super - i-^Amay ^AmWay H^Fey, it’s an^Cother brand new ^Dmday on the ^Amwild & windy sh^Fores of O^Gld Super - i-^Amay