Oh those old Northern Lights Have seen the queerest sights But the queerest sight that they ever did see It was on the moonlit marge Of that Old Lake Lebarge On the night that I cremated Sam McGee
My friend Sam McGee Was from old Tennessee In the land where the cotton blooms and blows But why Sam left his home In the deep south to roam Around the pole up north God only knows
In the long search for gold He was always so cold How he longed again to roam the southern plain I would listen to him rave How he feared an icy grave And if I die cremate my last remains
Well a pal's last need Is a thing we have to heed So I promised and I swore I would not fail And again we started on At the first streaks of the dawn But o god he was looking ghastly pale
He crouched on the sleigh And he raved away all day About the warmth of his home in Tennessee Before the night did fall I had a promise to recall For a corpse was what's left of Sam McGee
Then I came upon the marge Of that Old Lake Lebarge Where a broken down derelict did lay She was jammed there in a vice 20 feet of frozen ice Was abandoned and left there to decay
Some planks I quickly tore From it's old cabin floor And I gathered up some chunks of scattered coal Soon the blaze furnace red Seeing that old McGee was dead So I stuffed him in that old cremation hole
There sat my buddy Sam Looking mighty cool and calm In the heart of those furnace flames roar And he wore a great big smile You could see almost a mile As he chuckled hurry up and close the door
She's a fine place in here But I do greatly fear You may let in that awful cold and storm For since I left plumtree Down in old Tennessee She's the first time that I've been really warm
Oh those old Northern Lights Have seen the queerest sights But the queerest sight that they ever did see It was on the moonlit marge Of that Old Lake Lebarge On the night that I cremated Sam McGee On the night that I cremated Sam McGeeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
