Thank Ye, Yodeling Man!

Oh there’s a man on a rocky island standing guard,
No lighthouse there, just this vocal bard.
With a yodeling role, he stands his ground,
To warn nearby sailors, that danger abounds.

(Yo-ho, yo-ho, hear his call, lads!)
Yodel-ay-hee-hoo, don’t you go, lads!
(Yo-ho, yo-ho, hear his call, lads!)
Yodel-ay-hee-hoo, don’t you go, lads!

No beacon to shine in the dark of night,
No fire to guide with its golden light.
Just his voice like a mountain’s cry,
To keep brave sailors from saying goodbye.

(Yo-ho, yo-ho, hear his call, lads!)
Yodel-ay-hee-hoo, don’t you go, lads!
(Yo-ho, yo-ho, hear his call, lads!)
Yodel-ay-hee-hoo, don’t you go, lads!

The waves may crash, the winds may wail,
But the Yodeling Man will steer your sail.

On cliffs so high, with the sea below,
He dances a jig, while his voice does flow.
Bagpipes rise with a screeching tune,
As he yodels ‘neath skies, without a moon.

(Yo-ho, yo-ho, hear his call, lads!)
Yodel-ay-hee-hoo, don’t you go, lads!
(Yo-ho, yo-ho, hear his call, lads!)
Yodel-ay-hee-hoo, don’t you go, lads!

Oh sailors speak of his haunting airs,
His voice that saves them from despair.
A living legend, his full tale untold,
The man who yodels, where waters rock and roll!

Yo-ho, yo-ho, hear his call, lads!
Yodel-ay-hee-hoo, don’t you go, lads!
Yo-ho, yo-ho, hear his call, lads!
Yodel-ay-hee-hoo, don’t you go, lads!

So remember this man, this hero afar,
To the Yodeling Man, our guiding star.
May his yodeling voice, forever be free,
Warning sailors, with his vocal cacophony!