New Fallen Snow

All my tracks are covered by new fallen snow
there’s no trace of where I have been
I have turned my back on the snow and the cold
And I won’t be back again my friend, no I never shall return here again

I have trapped and trampled all over this ground
Dug gold from your mountains cut tall trees down
I burned a million miles on that asphalt dream
Heard the hum of the wheels, heard that freight train whistle scream

Now the sky has turned grey like the strands of my hair,
my eyes grown pale and dim
Raise your glasses high with a prayer on your lips
And I won’t be back again my friend, no I never shall return here again

Take the saddle off my pony, take the bridle from my mare
Turn her loose way out in green pastures where the grass grows tall and fair
Where the grass grows tall and fair

All my tracks are covered by new fallen snow
there’s no trace of where I have been
I have turned my back on the snow and the cold
And I won’t be back again, no I never shall return here again