There where the mighty mountains bare their fangs unto the moon, There where the sullen sun-dogs glare in the snow-bright, bitter noon, And the glacier-glutted streams sweep down at the clarion call of June. There where the livid tundras keep their tryst with the tranquil snows; There where the silences are spawned, and the light of hell-fire flows Into the bowl of the midnight sky, violet, amber and rose. There where the rapids churn and roar, and the ice-floes bellowing run; Where the tortured, twisted rivers of blood rush to the setting sun— I've packed my kit and I'm going, boys, ere another day is done. ****** I knew it would call, or soon or late, as it calls the whirring wings; It's the olden lure, it's the golden lure, it's the lure of the timeless things, And to-night, oh, God of the trails untrod, how it whines in my heart-strings! I'm sick to death of your well-groomed gods, your make-believe and your show; I long for a whiff of bacon and beans, a snug shakedown in the snow; A trail to break, and a life at stake, and another bout with the foe. With the raw-ribbed Wild that abhors all life, the Wild that would crush and rend, I have clinched and closed with the naked North, I have learned to defy and defend; Shoulder to shoulder we have fought it out—yet the Wild must win in the end. I have flouted the Wild. I have followed its lure, fearless, familiar, alone; By all that the battle means and makes I claim that land for mine own; Yet the Wild must win, and a day will come when I shall be overthrown. Then when as wolf-dogs fight we've fought, the lean wolf-land and I; Fought and bled till the snows are red under the reeling sky; Even as lean wolf-dog goes down will I go down and die.
Songs of a Sourdough
Song Cycle by Stephen Lias (b. 1966)
1. The Heart of the Sourdough  [sung text checked 1 time]
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- by Robert Service (1874 - 1958), "The Heart of the Sourdough", first published 1907
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Researcher for this page: Andrew Schneider [Guest Editor]2. The Lure of the Little Voices  [sung text checked 1 time]
There's a cry from out the loneliness — oh, listen, Honey, listen! Do you hear it, do you fear it, you're a-holding of me so? You're a-sobbing in your sleep, dear, and your lashes, how they glisten — Do you hear the Little Voices all a-begging me to go? All a-begging me to leave you. Day and night they're pleading, praying, On the North-wind, on the West-wind, from the peak and from the plain; Night and day they never leave me — do you know what they are saying? "He was ours before you got him, and we want him once again." Yes, they're wanting me, they're haunting me, the awful lonely places; They're whining and they're whimpering as if each had a soul; They're calling from the wilderness, the vast and God-like spaces, The stark and sullen solitudes that sentinel the Pole. They miss my little camp-fires, ever brightly, bravely gleaming In the womb of desolation, where was never man before; As comradeless I sought them, lion-hearted, loving, dreaming, And they hailed me as a comrade, and they loved me evermore. And now they're all a-crying, and it's no use me denying; The spell of them is on me and I'm helpless as a child; My heart is aching, aching, but I hear them, sleeping, waking; It's the Lure of Little Voices, it's the mandate of the Wild. I'm afraid to tell you, Honey, I can take no bitter leaving; But softly in the sleep-time from your love I'll steal away. Oh, it's cruel, dearie, cruel, and it's God knows how I'm grieving; But His loneliness is calling, and He knows I must obey.
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- by Robert Service (1874 - 1958), "The Lure of Little Voices", appears in The Spell of the Yukon
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Confirmed with The Spell of the Yukon and Other Verses, New York, Barse & Hopkins, 1907, pages 46-48.
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3. Premonition  [sung text checked 1 time]
'Twas a year ago and the moon was bright (Oh, I remember so well, so well); I walked with my love in a sea of light, And the voice of my sweet was a silver bell. And sudden the moon grew strangely dull, And sudden my love had taken wing; I looked on the face of a grinning skull, I strained to my heart a ghastly thing. 'Twas but fantasy, for my love lay still In my arms, with her tender eyes aglow, And she wondered why my lips were chill, Why I was silent and kissed her so. A year has gone and the moon is bright, A gibbous moon, like a ghost of woe; I sit by a new-made grave to-night, And my heart is broken — it's strange, you know.
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- by Robert Service (1874 - 1958), "Premonition", appears in The Spell of the Yukon
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Confirmed with The Spell of the Yukon and Other Verses, New York, Barse & Hopkins, 1907, page 122.
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4. Grin  [sung text checked 1 time]
If you're up against a bruiser and you're getting knocked about — Grin. If you're feeling pretty groggy, and you're licked beyond a doubt — Grin. Don't let him see you're funking, let him know with every clout, Though your face is battered to a pulp, your blooming heart is stout; Just stand upon your pins until the beggar knocks you out — And grin. This life's a bally battle, and the same advice holds true Of grin. If you're up against it badly, then it's only one on you, So grin. If the future's black as thunder, don't let people see you're blue; Just cultivate a cast-iron smile of joy the whole day through; If they call you "Little Sunshine," wish that they'd no troubles, too — You may — grin. Rise up in the morning with the will that, smooth or rough, You'll grin. Sink to sleep at midnight, and although you're feeling tough, Yet grin. There's nothing gained by whining, and you're not that kind of stuff; You're a fighter from away back, and you won't take a rebuff; Your trouble is that you don't know when you have had enough — Don't give in. If Fate should down you, just get up and take another cuff; You may bank on it that there is no philosophy like bluff, And grin.
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- by Robert Service (1874 - 1958), "Grin", appears in The Spell of the Yukon
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Confirmed with The Spell of the Yukon and Other Verses, New York, Barse & Hopkins, 1907, pages 53-54.
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5. L'Envoi  [sung text checked 1 time]
You who have lived in the land, You who have trusted the trail, You who are strong to withstand, You who are swift to assail: Songs have I sung to beguile, Vintage of desperate years, Hard as a harlot's smile, Bitter as unshed tears. Little of joy or mirth, Little of ease I sing; Sagas of men of earth Humanly suffering, Such as you all have done; Savagely faring forth, Sons of the midnight sun, Argonauts of the North. Far in the land God forgot Glimmers the lure of your trail; Still in your lust are you taught Even to win is to fail. Still you must follow and fight Under the vampire wing; There in the long, long night Hoping and vanquishing. Husbandman of the Wild, Reaping a barren gain; Scourged by desire, reconciled Unto disaster and pain; These, my songs, are for you, You who are seared with the brand. God knows I have tried to be true; Please God you will understand.
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- by Robert Service (1874 - 1958), "L'Envoi", appears in The Spell of the Yukon
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Confirmed with The Spell of the Yukon and Other Verses, New York, Barse & Hopkins, 1907, pages 125-126.
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