Gold Along The Cariboo - Ricky Warwick

We fell onto the sidewalk

We fell into the night

We fell about when Sailor Sam

Got caught up in a fight

We raised a glass to liberty

We raised a glass to home

We drank until the daylight

Hands cold as Scrabo stone

There’s gold along the Cariboo

From Lillooet to Lac la Hache

I’m a million miles from Bradshaw’s Brae

From the quarry, dust, and ash

I’d give my arms to see you all

My sight to feel the fire

There’s gold along the Cariboo

And ravens on the wire

It took me years to get my feet warm

Or read the letters sent from home

I’m far away in Fraser Canyon

Where we cut the road from stone

There are friends I’ll never see again

On the darkest street in town

Wooden crosses outside Soda Creek

Mark the ground where I’ll lie down

There’s gold along the Cariboo

From Lillooet to Lac la Hache

I’m a million miles from Bradshaw’s Brae

From the quarry, dust, and ash

I’d give my arms to see you all

My sight to feel the fire

There’s gold along the Cariboo

And ravens on the wire

Tonight I’ll drink my body’s weight

Tonight I’ll use these hands

To fight the voice of reason

That drives me from these lands

There’s nothin' left on Bradshaw’s Brae

Except love and ancient skies

There’s nothin' in my suitcase

Save for hope and long goodbyes

I sailed in search of dignity

I haven’t found it yet

No wealth or fool’s redemption

On the road to Lillooet

But there’s gold along the Cariboo

From Fort Yale to Lac la Hache

I’m a million miles from Bradshaw’s Brae

From the quarry, dust, and ash

I’d give my arms to see you all

My sight to feel the fire

There’s gold along the Cariboo

And ravens on the wire

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh