It was deep in December, when the time came to go
And we boarded the windows, in the new fallen snow
And we left Oklahoma, and all that we owned
With the Song of the Wildwood, and a lifetime to go

We crossed Arizona, to the north country pine
Where the rivers are frozen, on the Oregon line
She was hardly a woman, scarcely half grown
And the wind in the wildwood chills to the bone

Now the river is falling, as the first spring winds blow
And the flowers are blooming, by the wilderness road
Below that dark mountain, she lies there asleep
And the song of the wildwood, keeps calling to me

There's a song for the sailor, so far from home
There's a song for the drifter, so lost and alone
Below that dark mountain, she lies there asleep
And the song of the wildwood, keeps calling to me