Alan Reid - The Last Sled lyrics

"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! 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!" - Robert W. Service 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 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 The stillness that fills him with peace The beauty of the wild Rainbow's end with golden dreams Starlit sky and coffee & beans Farewell, White Agony Creek Farwell, the three spring thaws One day I will return to you