Gold Rush(feat. Cherryholmes) - Cherryholmes/Christoffer Olsson/G2

It was eighteen ninety eight near the Yukon river

There walked a man out there in the cold

On the chillkoot trail he's headed for the white pass

With the hope of having luck to find some gold

Despite of winter chill he started to climb

With iron will he got up through the snow

And God showed it getting cold upon the mountain

When you don't have a place where you belong

He got down on his knees in that cold white snow

And he couldn't see another soul around

He thought of those sweet summer nights in Georgia

As he watched the northern lights go down

Then he found his strength to look for shelter

And he built a fire that he lit

God burn his life for some reason that winter

And the two old mules he travelled with

And the cold wind moaned and echoed through the pines

It was a hard man's work working in those minds

Many tried in vain

Because the times were tough

Those days during the gold rush

Winter turned to spring and he built himself a cabin

Near the Yukon river banks out in the woods

Oh life was hard in Klondike Alaska

But he did the best a young gold miner could

The years they passed him by and his search was in vain

But he still felt the call of the wild

So he stayed there by that mighty river

For fifty seven years until he died

And the cold wind moaned and echoed through the pines

It was a hard man's work working in those minds

Many tried in vain 'cos the times were tough

Those days during the gold rush