Back in the winter of '63 I left my woman down in Port Louis Took clipper ship to To the land of the midnight sun I had a partner a little older than me He knew the ways of the company He said "Let's take that trip" You should have seen me run I've got an angel in my pocket tonight Twenty-five miles of river to fight I'm alone in the valley singin' songs with my old friend The Cold North Wind I met the man with the blue eyed stare He was workin' down the Delta somewhere Fought the Indians there, and he fought the land Now my old Pierre was no one's fool He knew the ropes and broke the rules And when he died he knew this river Like the backs of his hands I've got an angel in my pocket tonight Twenty-five miles of river to fight I'm alone in the valley singin' songs with my old friend The Cold North Wind When a man says "Stop off here" He can't take it anymore You can work until you drop off here Tell me what are we working for And it gets so cold with the north eas wind Well it gets colder in my heart I'd give my soul to see my son again Tell me why are we living apart, hey I've got an angel in my pocket tonight