The Last Sled

There's gold, and it's haunting and haunting
It's luring me on as of old!
Yet it isn't the gold that I'm wanting so much
As just finding the gold.

It's the great, big, broad land way up yonder!

The great, broad land way up yonder!
Haunting him as of old
Yet, it ain't the gold itself
So much as finding the gold...
Farewell, White Agony Creek
Farewell, the three long years
Can't leave behind what's in this sled.

Things we lost
The things we couldn't share
Another rainbows end
Another memory.

Fortuna
Favet fortibus
Hold on to all that's dear to you
As the last sled to Dawson finally arrives.

Is the forest where silence has lease
It's the beauty that feels me with wonder
Is the stillness that fiils me with peace.

The stillness that fills him with peace
The beauty of the wild
Rainbows ends with golden dreams
Starlit sky and coffee & beans.

Farewell, White Agony Creek
Farewell, the three spring thaws
One day I will return to you.

Things we lost
The things we couldn't share
Another rainbows end
Another memory.

Fortuna
Favet fortibus
Hold on to all that's dear to you
As the last sled to Dawson finally arrives.