Little brothers of the woods

You're nobody's fool

No I can't keep goin' if I can't catch you

I need a muskrat, a mink

I need a beaver too

No I can't keep goin' if I can't catch you



Got another twenty miles

Before the sun don't shine

Got to see who's been callin'

On my trap line

He's gonna go quick

'Cause I set a good snare

Just like my papa and my grand pere



Way before the cities

Way before the towns

We was a travellin' the trapline grounds

When the Frenchman came up

To the Indian

For the fox and the mink

And the beaver skin



Ionly take what I need

I don't take no more

The woods ain't a shelf

In a grocery store

I only take what I need

Because come the spring

I want to see the beaver pups

In the ponds again