Were you told there would be gold?
The wind was relentless as the cruel sun burned
Your back bent to task each mountain pass turned
Were you told there'd be riches like silver and gold? Enough to live free and be wealthy, if bold?
When you packed your old Jenny with all she could carry And led her through crags over long arid valley
Did that burro take heed of your actions and word?
Or was cougar and rattlesnake all that she heard?
The East turned to myth, it's troubles behind
Ahead the trails empty of