The Last Sled - Tuomas Holopainen

«There's gold, and it’s haunting and haunting;

It’s luring me on as of old;

Yet it isn’t the gold that I’m wanting

So much as just finding the gold

It’s the great, big, broad land 'way up yonder

It’s the forests where silence has lease;

It’s the beauty that thrills me with wonder

It’s the stillness that fills me with peace.»

The great, broad land 'way up yonder

Haunting him as of old

Yet, it ain’t the gold itself, so much as finding the gold

Farewell, White Agony Creek

Farewell, the three long years

Can’t leave behind what’s in this sled

Things we lost

The things we couldn’t share

Another rainbow’s end

Another memory

Fortuna favet fortibus

Hold on to all that’s dear to you

As the last sled to Dawson finally arrives

The stillness that fills him with peace

The beauty of the wild

Rainbow’s end with golden dreams

Starlit sky and coffee & beans

Farewell, White Agony Creek

Farwell, the three spring thaws

One day I will return to you

Things we lost

The things we couldn’t share

Another rainbow’s end

Another memory

Fortuna favet fortibus

Hold on to all that’s dear to you

As the last sled to Dawson finally arrives