theres gold and its haunting and haunting its luring me on as of old yet it isnt the gold that im wanting so much as just finding the gold its the great big broad land way up yonder its the forests where silence has lease its the beauty that thrills me with wonder its the stillness that fills me with peace 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 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 farwell 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 arrives3