"I remember it as if it was yesterday.
My papa took me to see the ancestral home of our clan.
The desolate castle on Dismal Downs, abandoned since the 17th century,
Now inhabited by no-one but golden eagles in its turrets and
Ptarmigan & grouse in the heather o' the clan cemetery.
In this sight of former glory, of ochre grass and bracken,
Sadness and hope, this is where I begin my story.
Rannoch moor, 1877, the eve of my 10th birthday..."

Tha 'n sgeul ag aiseig bu bràth /
Toirt taic bho tiotain a tha gar deanamh mar a tha sinn

Howls on the moors
Dreams of sailing all seas
Call of the hills
And a fiddle of farewell

Far, far into the night
Your calling guided you
Far, far across the dark
Horizon filled with red
And yearning of a childless ma

The final frontier
Of utter solitude
Of wilderness untamed

Into White Agony Creek
The cradle of new hope
Many the springs thaws from home

O Me! O Life! Here in the wild
Nothing but two cold Klondike hearts

Charm of a dancehall girl
A true star of the north
Those precious 30 days

A letter in the snow
Love lost yet always there
A burning need of life

O Me! O Life! Home in the wild
Nothing but two cold Klondike hearts

O Me! O Life! Home in the wild
Nothing but two cold Klondike hearts

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!
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 rainbows end
Another memory.

Fortuna,
Favet fortibus,
Hold on to all that's dear to you
As the last sled to Dawson finally arrives

Is the forest where silence has lease
It's the beauty that feels me with wonder
Is the stillness that fiils me with peace

The stillness that fills him with peace
The beauty of the wild
Rainbows ends with golden dreams
Starlit sky and coffee & beans

Farewell, White Agony Creek,
Farewell, the three spring thaws,
One day I will return to you.

Things we lost
The things we couldn't share,
Another rainbows end
Another memory.

Fortuna,
Favet fortibus,
Hold on to all that's dear to you
As the last sled to Dawson finally arrives.

Silent night, silent years
The cold heart haunting still
Sleepless watch of the night
And her face on the moon

To be rich is to still remember
To treasure your first dime
To have a chance to say farewell

Story of your life, time of solitude and strife
Freedom of an open road, hope and many miles to go
Promises to keep, countless gold fields to reap
To be rich is to seek, to relive a memory

Far off lands, quests of old
Self respect, true grit
Never care what a fortune might buy
To seek is to be rich

All the strangers on your path
Crossroads, the letters from home
The cooling embers of a Yuletide heart
All the sounds of wilderness, the truth in wich you roamed
Now your lost Rosebud has brought you back home

Go slowly now, sands of time
Still have some verses to pour
This wonder of life has led me home
Like a poet of Scotland once scribed:

Home is the sailor
Home from the sea
And the hunter home from the hill

Go slowly now, sands of time
Still have a memory to make
Dancing to Auld Lang Syne
Thinking of the heather of home

Home is the sailor
Home from the sea
And the hunter home from the hill