Verse 1

At dawn I lace my boots by the cabin door,

Take the ridge trail where the pines grow tall.

Check the creek for tracks in the muddy shore,

And mark fresh bark where the beetles crawl.

Verse 2

I mend the gate where the elk slipped through,

Leave a note for the hikers by the old stone wall.

When a column of smoke climbs the morning blue,

I call the crew and we answer the call.

Chorus

I know every bend where the cold springs run,

Every nesting limb and the foxes’ den.

I keep watch till the day is done,

Then I’m home for a dance and a song again.

Hey, spin me around where the tall grass sways,

Boot heels tapping as the fiddles play!