Pass the graves of the Lost Patrol where they fell two and two
They’d gotten lost and they ate their dogs and they froze through and through
It wasn’t far to Fort McPherson from where they were when they died
But it’s not easy stayin’ alive
They made that trip in winter dark all day and sixty below
There we were in a headwind no current no shore was lee
And there we were spread across the Peel lining boats in mud waist deep
We were as far from Fort McPherson as they were when they died
It wasn’t easy but we survived
Built a catamaran and a trimaran, held the boats together used beams
Stayed close in body, close in mind, found strength as a team
You and I move like we’re in a headwind each day is cold and hard
And you and I have spread ourselves so thin it’s hard to keep pace when spread so far
This ain’t no trip to Fort McPherson ain’t nobody gonna die
But it’s not easy hearing you cry
They made that trip in winter, dark all day and sixty below
Dark all day and sixty below, dark all day
Copyright Kate Weekes 2007