We′re out on the trail looking for gold
The North Saskatchewan's bitter and cold
The mountains are caped with snow
And I wish that I was back home
After the Crows Nest Pass we hid our tracks
Jack tells me he′s got my back
Just in case some Natives spy
The cavern that's caught my eye
We creep over and look inside
And our eyes grow very wide
The gold stretched for at least a mile
And I could not contain my smile
Unroll our packs for the night
To leave at the morning light
We start to fight, unaware
Of the gold′s mystic presence there
Jack's eyes glint in the firelight
And I cannot contain my spite
Grappling for each others throats
I grab hold and Jack begins to choke
The full moon hung above my head
As the minutes passed it grew red
Jack struggled till the end
And I realized I′d killed my only friend