The Last Sled

There’s gold, and it’s haunting and haunting

It’s luring me on as of old!

Yet it isn’t the gold that I’m wanting

So much as just finding the gold!

It’s the great, big, broad land ‘way up yonder!

The great, broad land ‘way up yonder

Haunting him as of old

Yet, it ain’t the gold itself

So much as finding the gold

Farewell, White Agony Creek

Farewell, the three long years

Can’t leave behind what’s in this sled

Things we lost

The things we couldn’t share

Another rainbow’s end

Another memory

Fortuna favet fortibus!

Hold on to all that’s dear to you

As the last sled to Dawson finally arrives

It’s the forests where silence has lease

It’s the beauty that fills me with wonder!

It’s the stillness that fills me with peace!

The stillness that fills him with peace

The beauty of the wild

Rainbow’s end with golden dreams

Starlit sky and coffee & beans

Farewell, White Agony Creek

Farewell, the three spring thaws

One day I will return to you

Things we lost

The things we couldn’t share

Another rainbow’s end

Another memory

Fortuna favet fortibus!

Hold on to all that’s dear to you

As the last sled to Dawson finally arrives

• Artist:Tuomas Holopainen
• Album:Music Inspired by the Life and Times of Scrooge (2014)