There's a place on the Yukon river, called the Carriboux Saloon
Where the miners go, to spend their gold
An' listen to the sad, sweet tune
Feast their eyes' upon the beauty of the lovely Yukon Rose
They can look but they better not touch her, she belongs to Pierre
LeBoux
They say he found down in Seattle, won her at a young and tender age
Now she sings up here, while the men drink beer
Like a bird in a guilded cage
Well, one time a man from Tulsa challenged Pierre for her Rose's hand
Now he lies below the the bitter snow in this wild and savage land
Some nights when the Northern Lights are shinin'
And the cold north wind is howlin' across the snow
Is it just the wind that you hear sighin'...or could it be the sound of the Yukon Rose
Then one night a bigfoot just happened to be passin' by
And there in the dark his heart his lonely heart
Was touched by Rose's lulaby
So he walked into the bar room and every one turned to stare
But he looked to them just like a bearded man, in a coat of grizzly hair
Bigfoot saw the Yukon Rose and their eyes meet through the gloom
An' she was hypnotized by his gentle eyes, and was drawn across the room
Now they say that love has no bounderies, an' I reckon that it's right
'Cause beauty and the savage beast, fell in love that night
Some nights when the Northern Lights are shinin'
An' the cold North winds are howlin' 'cross the snow
Is it just the wind that you hear sighin'...
Or could it be the song of the Yukon Rose...
Now Pierre was in the back room, dealin' cards when the music stoped
He laid his hand down and looked around, and said nobody touch that pot
He walked out to the bar room and the trouble began
An' his blood ran cold when he saw the Rose, in the arms of the tall strange man
Pierre walked up and he grabbed her, an' shoved her t'wards the stage
And the gentle look in the strangers eyes, turned wild and red with rage
An' then with just one mighty blow, Pierre lay on the saw-dust floor
The tall strange man, took the ladies hand, an' walked out through the door
No one dared to follow, and where he took her no one knows
But we all jumped back, when we saw the tracks. Of bigfoot in the snow
Some say she probably died that winter, she must have I s'pose
But just last night under the Northern Lights
I heard the song of the Yukon Rose
Some nights when the Northern Lights are shinin'
And the cold north wind is howlin' across the snow
Is it just the wind that you hear sighin'...
Or could it be the song of the Yukon Rose