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There's a spot far away you all know well
A place that's called the Lookout Hill
Where the rabbits hop and the wildcats yell
How I love that place no one can tell

There are trout streams there
And moose and deer
But you never lay eyes on a grizzly bear
So take your pack up on your back
And head your way up the Lookout Track

There'll be a time when I am old
And my poor old bones are stiff and cold
I'll head to the Lookout with the setting sun
When I smell those spruce trees I'll feel young

When the lakes are frozen
And the brooks are high
And you hear the owl in the moonlight cry
I'll head to the Lookout with spirits high
Goodbye my friends, it's there I'll die

There's a spot far away you all know well
A place that's called the Lookout Hill
Where the rabbits hop and the wildcats yell
How I love that place no one can tell

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