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Soon winter will fall

We can't waste another day

From Salt Lake we will leave

Head to Californian gold fields

A slow draining march

On the Old Spanish Trail

The wobbling pioneers' wagons

Were carrying our hopes

Mile after mile

With the sunset light in the eyes

Our shadows were growing longer

Towards the place that we used to call home

The promise of a new life

Bewitched by the glaring yellow stones

Consuming mud and spitting blood

To shine that dream of liberty

The promise of a new life

Bewitched by the glaring yellow stones

Consuming mud and spitting blood

To turn the page

Once left the main road

Impatience moves our slow-paced gait

Only the bravest dare

To climb the arduous Walker's pass

Desert in front of us

Frost on the snow-capped peaks

One last desperate march

In the deep valley to avoid death

Mile after mile

Alone with the burden of many

Our shadows were growing longer

Towards the place where we can not return

The promise of a new life