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 big, 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 the sled

Things we lost

The things we couldn't share

Another rainbow's end

Another memory

Fortuna, favet fortibus

Hold on to all that's dear to you

As the last sled to Dawson finally arrives

It's the forests

where silence has lease

It's the beauty

that fills me with wonder

It's the stillness

that fills me with peace

The stillness that fills him with peace

The beauty of the wild

Rainbow's end with golden dreams

Starlit sky and coffee and 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 rainbow's end

Another memory

Fortuna, favet fortibus

Hold on to all that's dear to you

As the last sled to Dawson finally arrives