tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28022930.post116304225774811282..comments2023-08-20T05:15:36.808-04:00Comments on A Shrewdness of Apes: Stan Rogers and David MylesPeter Loewenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16601327720649697797noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28022930.post-1163075876081514062006-11-09T07:37:00.000-05:002006-11-09T07:37:00.000-05:00I was not familiar with the Stan Rogers song ( and...I was not familiar with the Stan Rogers song ( and couldn't find a spot to hear it yet) but I did find the lyrics including an unpublished verse that you may or may not have seen.<BR/>Kudos for David - his music is wonderful and deserves the honour!<BR/><BR/>Here's the Rogers lyrics<BR/>Northwest Passage<BR/><BR/>Chorus:<BR/><BR/> Ah, for just one time I would take the Northwest Passage<BR/> To find the hand of Franklin reaching for the Beaufort Sea;<BR/> Tracing one warm line through a land so wild and savage<BR/> And make a Northwest Passage to the sea.<BR/><BR/>Westward from the Davis Strait 'tis there 'twas said to lie<BR/>The sea route to the Orient for which so many died;<BR/>Seeking gold and glory, leaving weathered, broken bones<BR/>And a long-forgotten lonely cairn of stones.<BR/><BR/>Three centuries thereafter, I take passage overland<BR/>In the footsteps of brave Kelso, where his "sea of flowers" began<BR/>Watching cities rise before me, then behind me sink again<BR/>This tardiest explorer, driving hard across the plain.<BR/><BR/>And through the night, behind the wheel, the mileage clicking west<BR/>I think upon Mackenzie, David Thompson and the rest<BR/>Who cracked the mountain ramparts and did show a path for me<BR/>To race the roaring Fraser to the sea.<BR/><BR/>How then am I so different from the first men through this way?<BR/>Like them, I left a settled life, I threw it all away.<BR/>To seek a Northwest Passage at the call of many men<BR/>To find there but the road back home again.<BR/><BR/>Unpublished additional verse:<BR/><BR/>And if should be I come again to loved ones left at home,<BR/>Put the journals on the mantle, shake the frost out of my bones,<BR/>Making memories of the passage, only memories after all,<BR/>And hardships there the hardest to recall.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com