The Gold Rush Never Ends

The last Gold Rush miner was buried
More than forty years ago
His dreams like his bones are at rest now
Beneath the rock and the snow
But the wind that blows out of history
Sweeps through Alaska again
We learn to our pain and our sorrow
The Gold Rush never ends

Farewell to the pick and the shovel
Placer, grubstake and claim
Goodbye to the heartache and trouble
The sad lonely grave with no name
For today the mining prospector
Is a man with a briefcase and pen
One stroke and the land lies in ruins
The Gold Rush never ends

They tell us that gold makes men crazy
With lust for the wages of sin
While the fate of the Earth and its children
Twists like a corpse in the wind
They’ll sign over their soul to the devil
Betray ever lover and friend
‘Til nothing is left but a memory
The Gold Rush never ends