Lyrics

Lyrics by Raymond Lee and Dee Lee
Violin and vocals by Bonny Lundin-Scheer
Guitar and vocals by Scott Russell

Have you heard of the Wendigo,
That rides in the night winds song?
Watches and waits for a man to break
When he's been in the North too long.

It's an evil thing that lives in the hills,
And swims in the Yukon's waves.
And it's food is the moss that will only grow,
On the top of the sour-dough's grave.

Now there's some who have seen the Wendigo,
And lived to return to men.
But their wits are gone and their bodies are torn,
And they're never the same again.

Oh Wendigo, tears your heart and steals your soul.
Oh Wendigo, spirit of the Northern lights.

It comes in the night and it calls your name,
And you've got to follow it free.
And it carries you off and shows you the things,
That never a man should see.

The depth of the stars and the back of the moon,
And the feel of the nightmare's mane.
And the unhallowed shapes that flicker and glide,
On some measureless snow mantled plain.

Oh Wendigo, tears your heart and steals your soul.
Oh Wendigo, spirit of the Northern lights.

Now the Indian knows and the Eskimo,
Can tell of the Wendigo's song.
And the trapper or soldier or any poor soul,
Who's been in the North too long.

It's an Indian giant an Aleutian ghost,
Or an Eskimo sorcerer's tale.
You may laugh in town but out in the hills,
You will pray 'gainst the Wendigo's wail.

Oh Wendigo, tears your heart and steals your soul.
Oh Wendigo, spirit of the Northern lights.

So whenever you're sweating it out alone,
In some outpost or cabin or camp.
Hang on to your reason and don't heed the voice,
That calls from beyond the lamp.

For the Wendigo waits and the Wendigo knows,
When a man is ready to crack,
And he comes in the night and you follow alone,
And you're luckier not to come back.

Oh Wendigo, tears your heart and steals your soul.
Oh Wendigo, spirit of the Northern lights.