We're seeking information about a man who's living here
His name is Henry Walker, now don't you fret and fear
His crime is cold blood murder, he's wanted by the law
We'll take him back to face his crime, it's the worst you ever saw
Well, we know Henry Walker, he lives way back in the woods
Where he hunts and traps and fishes, and living ain't too good
But if you aim to catch him, you better learn his hunting ground
He'll hide just like an old white hare and you know he can't be found
Yes, the cold was splitting timber with a crack like a .44
And the wind was whistling through the lonesome pines
It bit right through my parka and froze me to the core
As the wolves were howling on the timberline
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We reached old Henry's cabin by noon of the second day
He must have heard us coming for he up and he ran away
We camped by the Rocky Rapids while the moon was shining bright
We heard old Henry laughing way out in the night
We tracked him for a week or more through the swamp and through the hills
'Til a rifle roared, I cried "My God, my partner has been killed"
I propped him by an ol' jack pine and swore a solemn vow
Lookout Henry Walker, it's you and me right now
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So then I started thinking, he could not be found
Then one day by a frozen lake, like a fox he went to ground
And he tried to run, but the ice was thin and he fell on through
I watched him as he sank and swore, "I'll put a curse on you"
I dragged my frozen partner through the ice and through the snow
I lost three fingers and a toe to the frostbite, don't you know
Though the years have come, the years have gone, I think about those times
When Northern lights are dancing, it makes me feel like crying
Yes, the cold was splitting timber with a crack like a .44
And the wind was whistling through the lonesome pines
It bit right through my parka and froze me to the core
As the wolves were howling on the timberline
As the wolves were howling on the timberline
As the wolves were howling on the timberline