Wendigo - Mary McCaslin
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Wendigo Lyrics
My home’s way up to the north they say
Where the hunter may die all alone
Red men have told a legend so old
Of death whose sound is a moan.
Chorus:
I fly where the forest meets the sky
I race the northern wind where I go
My feet are on fire as I run and I cry
My name is Wendigo.
Where I walk are the prints of my feet
They burn through ice and snow
And the hunter who sees looks above in the trees
It’s the mark of the Wendigo.
Chorus.
White lakes and trees in the moonlight
A sound so lonesome and low
Is it the wind, or a cry in the night?
Wendigo, Wendigo.
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