We were bound for this glaring ideal
But we were turning the wheel
We, the intruders, did we take the turn?
The sundown or starting to learn

The call of nature is our vein of gold
It is the future we hold

High-flown they are, rain or shine
Far beyond the timberline
We are blazing, heard the tale
Eyes agleam, as we are on the golden trail

It is the scream of the eagle
The midas touch
It is the eternal raging stream

The merit real
The only ideal
The holy seal

It is the shine on the mountains
The panning for gold
It is the wonder unseen
As far as the eye can reach here
A swim in delight
It is the eyrie of your pulsing dreams

The merit real
The only ideal
The holy seal
The unseen gold
Is right before your eyes
Your eyes

High-flown they are, rain or shine
Far beyond the timberline
We are blazing, heard the tale
Eyes agleam, as we are on the golden trail
As we are on the golden trail
On the golden trail