An English boy of just 14
Learning a life, a job, the scene
And the native tongues
His adventure had begun
Working the tools of his trade
Making true the maps he made
Lookin' to the sky
With only one good eye
And for twenty long years
Mappin' one fifth of North America
From the peaks and the valleys to the ocean blue
With a compass, a watch, and a sextant too
David Thompson, River Chaser, Stargazer
Met his wife of native blood
Trading posts wherever he could
For the Northwest Company
And he started a family
In his journal he did say
"The age of guessing is passed away"
But in a twist of irony
The Thompson River he never did see
He crossed the Rockies
And he drew the entire Columbia
From Superior to the Western shore
No other man had shown us more
Of our home and native land
With a paddle in his hands
Late one night the devil came
Said, "I'll take all your gold and fame"
Thompson, he stood strong
Left this world without a song