Sometimes in the hush of an evening when the winds have grown tired and are stilled
By the fire I sit dozing and dreaming letting memory bring back what she will
She often holds back the curtain of time and my heart grows warm when I see
A sleigh running light over glistening snows just as real as it used to be

I hear the cry of mush as a whip licks out and cracks like the shot of a gun
A malamute team coming straight toward me eight dogs and all on the run
The leader is big and he comes running low pulling that sleigh with a will
Time never can dim the memory of him my lead dog Big Wicked Bill

The driver seems worried as he hurries his team in fear he keeps looking back
And as night closes in he hears it again the cry of a killer wolfpack
Then the northern lights come out to play like fingers they feel for the sky
And the driver screams mush to his weary team you mush or we all got to die

The moon looks down on that race of death at the wolfpack closing in
And the driver knows if his lead dog falls the battle is over for them
Till his rifle is empty he drives them off then unafraid they close in for the kill
Then helpless he knows his own life depends on the fangs of Big Wicked Bill

But still running strong Big Bill fights them off right up to the cabin door
When I get him inside I soon realize Big Bill won't fight anymore
Wicked I'd named him when he was a pup Wicked cause he loved so to fight
But because he stood off that killer wolfpack I had lived through a terrible night





If you've never owned a big malamute perhaps you can't understand
That old longing I get especially at night just to feel his big head in my hands
So at times in the hush of an evening when the winds have grown tired and are stilled
I sit here just waiting for memory to call just hoping she'll bring Big Wicked Bill

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