Lyrics

You came down from Canada
With the cruel winds of Quebec
And off you left with the French pioneer
But on that day you lay down to rest by the Big Sioux
Toussaint, did you hear the tale Of the Chief War Eagle
Fur Trader, Fur Trader, Fur Trader

Well, after the harvest is over And your fire's gone out
You're dreaming of your homeland And the ones that you left
A candle in your window And a rifle by your side
It was 1870 or something Your true love, she died
Fur Trader, Fur Trader, Fur Trader