I can see the land of the lakes,
Watching gentle waves as they break
Spot the smoke across the bay
Take me back to yesterday
Drum is beating in my chest
In the Northwest
Across the portage down the paths
I can see them coming back at last
With canoes upon their backs
All that’s left is fading tracks
Eagle’s watching from his nest
In the Northwest
Loons in the mist
Tell me of a life that I miss
Back to times I love the best
In the Northwest
The wolf is calling in the night
The sky’s alive with dancing lights
I can touch tranquility
It is waiting there for me
And I know that I can rest
In the Northwest
I can hear them calling, calling out to me
I can hear them calling, calling, calling, calling
Calling out to me, calling out to me
Jim - acoustic guitar, bass, djemba drum, shakers
Don – vocal, acoustic guitar, harmonica, loon sounds