DESCRIPTION:
The first song from the album Hopeless Romantic... Complimented with photos of beautiful Yukon views taken from my house, from behind my cracked windshield, and from the tops of various mountains...

Lyrics:

When the call of the Yukon
Is calling me home.
You're bound to find me
On the road.

When I'm sick of the sidewalk
For getting around
You'll find me back
On the uneven ground

When all of the people
Make me cold and alone
You’ll find me back
In my warm winter home.

My Yukon gold, my Yukon home
I'm coming back to you.
My Yukon gold, my Yukon home
I'm coming back to you.

When the bright lights blind me
The midnight sun finds me
And guides me home
To the Yukon.

When the wind takes pity
On the still frozen air
It sweeps me away
And I'm already there.

When fools mine for gold
And greed fills the gutter
I'll be mining for truth
In the Yukon.

My Yukon gold, my Yukon home
I'm coming back to you.
My Yukon gold, my Yukon home
I'm coming back to you.

But I must go and roam
Out there on my own
So I know I wanna
Come home.

When the dark nights of winter
Just aren't long enough
I long for sundogs
Howling at the moon.

When rivers of money
Flow by undesired
I'll wind my way down
The river Yukon.

When the cold concrete high-rises
Get me down.
I'll rise up with the mountains
Around.

My Yukon gold, my Yukon home
I'm coming back to you.
My Yukon gold, my Yukon home
I'm coming back to you.