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Where the pale northern rivers are sleeping in shadows
And the pines stand like orphans out in the cold gray
I am dragging my boots through the desolate meadows
Since my partner named Bill took the trail and away
Oh, the sack full of gold is so heavy and freezing
It’s the American Dream that is pulling me down
And the wind in the valley is crying and wheezing
Far away from the lights of a comforting town
The heavy gold dust is a burden of stone
I am dropping the wealth just to breathe on my own
Let the blizzard roll in, let the heavens be broken!
I will throw all my gold in the shivering stream
Let the wealth of the Klondike remain softly spoken
I surrender the dust and the foolish man's dream!
Oh, the engine of greed makes the human heart harden
But I just want to breathe in the freezing white wild
I would trade all the banks for a blooming spring garden
To return to the earth like an innocent child!
There’s a sick, starving wolf tracking blood in the heather
He is limping behind me, a creature of woe
We are brothers in pain, tied by sorrow together
Two poor vagabonds lost in the merciless snow
I look into your eyes, my poor gray northern brother
We are stripped of our pride in this desolate land
Though we’re fighting for breath and we're hunting each other
I would gladly reach out with a comforting hand
Let the blizzard roll in, let the heavens be broken!
I will throw all my gold in the shivering stream
Let the wealth of the Klondike remain softly spoken
I surrender the dust and the foolish man's dream!
Oh, the engine of greed makes the human heart harden
But I just want to breathe in the freezing white wild
I would trade all the banks for a blooming spring garden
To return to the earth like an innocent child!
I forgive you, old Bill for the treason and fear
I don't need the saloons or the whiskey and beer
Keep your heavy gold sack it's a master and chain
I just want a sweet drop of the cold autumn rain
I must fight you, my wolf though I weep for your pain
My hooligan soul wants to see dawn again
Farewell, yellow dust you can stay in the dirt
We are fading away through the hunger and hurt
You are cold and divine in this beautiful gray
Like the smoke from the fire we vanish away
Like the smoke from the fire we vanish away
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