Alaska

 

Alaska

Written by Scott Wainwright

Under natures glow

Men trek through the endless snow

Possessed by the ecstasy of gold

Hundreds of miles from home

Into the deep unknown

Troubled by the ecstasy of gold

(Chorus)

Shifting sands, sifting pans

Precious metal in a cold cold hand

Alaska, man, it was a rush

Shifting sands, sifting pans

Precious metals in a rich man's hand

Alaska, was it worth so much?

Their dreams and their tales told

Your mysteries now unfold

Haunting the ecstasy of gold

Brave men they come and they go

Upturning every stone

Raptured by the ecstasy of gold

(Chorus)

Shifting sands, sifting pans

Precious metal in a cold cold hand

Alaska, man, it was a rush

Shifting sands, sifting pans

Precious metals in a rich man's hand

Alaska, was it worth so much?

A child dying in a dirty bed

Suicide in a mothers head

Repulsed by the ecstasy of gold

While rich men are over fed

Never stopping to count the dead

fueled by the ecstasy of gold

(Chorus)

Shifting sands, sifting pans

Precious metal in a cold cold hand

Alaska, man, it was a rush

Shifting sands, sifting pans

Precious metals in a rich man's hand

Alaska, was it worth so much?

From the album 'All That Glitters Is Not Gold' 

Available here https://scottwainwright.bandcamp.com/album/all-that-glitters-is-not-gold