Alaska Gold
out of the mists of time
they run
rumbling and roaring
their time has come
come to get treasure
and riches to spare
come to dig gold
from the mountains
so rare

into the mists of time
they return
wounded and weary
they're playing no tune
the mountain gives nothing
but sorrow and pain
return to their homes
to live once again
into the mists
where once they did start
their tears wash the mountains
who watch them depart