Soon winter will fall We can't waste another day From Salt Lake we will leave Head to Californian gold fields A slow draining march On the Old Spanish Trail The wobbling pioneers' wagons Were carrying our hopes Mile after mile With the sunset light in the eyes Our shadows were growing longer Towards the place that we used to call home The promise of a new life Bewitched by the glaring yellow stones Consuming mud and spitting blood To shine that dream of liberty The promise of a new life Bewitched by the glaring yellow stones Consuming mud and spitting blood To turn the page Once left the main road Impatience moves our slow-paced gait Only the bravest dare To climb the arduous Walker's pass Desert in front of us Frost on the snow-capped peaks One last desperate march In the deep valley to avoid death Mile after mile Alone with the burden of many Our shadows were growing longer Towards the place where we can not return The promise of a new life