Sorry we couldn't serve you in half an hour, Sandy. Here's a version from the Charles L. Sommers Wilderness Canoe Base, a vacation trip I regrattably had to miss a few years back.

The Far Northland

It's the far northland that's a callin' me away,
as take I with my packsack to the road.
It's the call on me of the forest in the north,
as step I with the sunlight for my load.

Chorus:
From Lake Agnes, by Louisa, to Kawnipi I will go,
where you see the loon and hear his plaintive wail,
If you're think'n in your inner heart there's a swagger in my step,
then you'll know I've been along the border trail.

 

It's the flash of paddle blades a gleamin' in the sun,
a canoe softly skimming by the shore,
It's the smell of pine and bracken comin' on the breeze
that calls me to the waterways once more.

Chorus:
From Lake Agnes, by Louisa, to Kawnipi I will go,
where you see the loon and hear his plaintive wail,
If you're think'n in your inner heart there's a swagger in my step,
then you'll know I've been along the border trail.