Alaska Gold




Past peaks of snow does water flow,
While pushing pale cold thrusts of ice.
Rocks tumble slow that carry gold
In beds as rich as dreams entice,
Then gold fever strikes.

In hearts of men the Northland calls
With echoed promises of wealth,
Past waterfalls and slippery walls,
Disputes many their hardy health,
When Gold fever strikes.

Alaskan nights are bitter cold
It only sanctifies the bold
With yearning for the Yukon gold

For they've been struck by Lady Luck
And hearken to her heavy draw,
With strong desire to find a buck,
In wilderness they scrape and claw,
When Gold fever strikes.

Klondike is a gold blessed river
Where hundreds go to claim their stake.
Pans and sluice they'll shake and shiver,
With dreams of all the gold they'll take,
When Gold fever strikes

Alaskan nights are bitter cold,
It only sanctifies the bold,
With yearning for the Yukon gold.

If they pass through the Chilkoot Trail,
And make it to the cherished goal.
The fates decide who wins or fail
In layers deep within the hole,
When Gold fever strikes.

It matters not how hard they try
Their plight depends on claim and choice
Many will try and many die
Sad tune that sings gold fever's voice,
When Gold fever strikes

Alaskan nights are bitter cold
It only sanctifies the bold
With yearning for the Yukon gold

Past peaks of snow does water flow,
While pushing pale cold thrusts of ice.
Rocks tumble slow that carry gold
In beds as rich as dreams entice,
Then Gold fever strikes.