Golden - Mt. Wolf, St. South

You will go far away

Anywhere anyway is better then this place

You will find no one there

No one who would want to

Look in your eyes

A sled dog teem

Will take you there will make you swear

You’d never go back again

Through whiteout and drought land

You will fly

On phoenix wings forget your sins

Forget the neckless made of string

The ship has sailed

Your mother calls your name

Weeping for her child to come back home

You don’t know

What to say

You’ve never been good with words

She’s gone

The flowers left