Lyrics
I wake every morning, with the sun in my eyes
Find the temperament needed to be swallowed by night
I'll be swinging my pick, panning for gold
Hope the angels will sing over my lonely bones
You kissed me so sweetly, when the stampede left town
Didn't take long to smell wooden nickels around
You’re my steadfast oak, you're the best of my friends
And I knew in my heart that I'd hold you again
Oh they say, ships await, and I'll come back a rich man someday
Now my blood is frozen through, might be writing my last words to you
Baby know that after all this time diggin, my future looks bleak
For a year of supplies lasted 34 weeks
And the mounties they said, it's 'bout time we head home
But I'll be damned if came just to die here alone
Oh they say, ships await, and I'll come back a rich man someday
Now my blood is frozen through, might be writing my last words to you
Baby know that. as December rolls in, and the light slips away
I feel the hair on my chin slowly turning to grey
But I'm quick to remember that you're waiting at home
Gently stokin' the fire to warm my lonely bones
Gently stokin' the fire to warm my lonely bones