Looking out the window of my car
I begin to wonder how far would it be
To the nearest place where i could see
The caribou from the land of the Inuit
It's been many years since the herd
Was alive and well to the eye of the one who seeks
These day's it's much colder and we are getting older
The day's of riding the trail by ski-doo is not the same feeling
The caribou of the wild are hard to find just like vintage red wine
Where have they gone I wonder staring at the great white wonder
The wilderness never changed it's feeling it's always there
Always the same old scene
Whether it be winter,spring,summer or fall
The caribou as well as the igloo was always there along with man
Just like the wild west on the run with our snow machines
Those were day's of our youth
where life seemed to be much different than today
Under the midnight sun we look beyond the great white divide
And wonder where the caribou hide
Memories staring back at me through my car window
I can see the rivers and the valleys where the caribou roam
Out here in the wilderness it.s natures home of the caribou
I remember you just like it was yesterday where we used to play
The wilderness so wild and carefree of beauty and wonder
Where it makes you think about how man has not yet
Truly conquered the earth in the way that they think
On the side of Mother Natures smile and wink
