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Just beyond the mountain, my mind it wanders back,
As a lad in my early twenties, just a packsack on my back;
I dreamed of life and freedom, in my trapper's camp at night,
I knew every bend in the river and the wildlife by sight.
I dreamed of a mighty forest with timber reaching high,
And shared with old mother nature winter's cold and frosty night;
Just beyond the mountain, the trapper will go no more,
His cabins have long vanished from the forests of Labrador.
Just beyond the mountain, my mind it wanders back,
As a lad in my early twenties, just a packsack on my back;
Just beyond the mountain, the trapper will go no more,
His cabins have long vanished from the forests of Labrador.
His cabins have long vanished from the forests of Labrador.
Recorded by Labrador Black Spruce [1989-1999] (Ashuanipi Wish, trk#11, 1995, Black Spruce Music, Labrador City, Labrador, produced by Nando Speranza).
