All through these mountains there is cut,
A canyon long and deep.
And to its flank rush joyful brooks,
From gulches rough and steep.
And oer this all the trail is laid,
Not for the faint of heart.
Built by a chap they call Maurice,
A classic work of art.
If in you theres some mountain goat,
"Twill serve you well, indeed!"
Surefootedness on mountain walls,
A skill that you will need.
Will take you days to hike this through.
The miles you need not rush.
For it will take the strongest man,
And turn his limbs to mush.
So, if youve got the yearn and bent,
Id recommend to you
To come and see what I have seen,
And plan to hike it through.
And, now I bid the Restigouche;
Enchanted Land, farewell.
If you would know its secrets
For I will never tell.