Subject: Belinda Mulrooney, Klondike Entrepreneur
Set to the music of Sound of Silence Sound of Silence
Where the mountains do yield
Lay yet unbroken fields
Here cold cuts to the bone
And rays run through the stone
Where the rocks do scrap the sky
There future and past do lie
In the rivers of gold
Each time your good fortune falls
The wicked northern winds do call
To this land your fate is bound
Three times these cruel grounds
Brought you riches untold
Forth from rivers of gold
Lost souls chips away at this land
In search of ever precious strands
With only strength of mind
Did fortunes knots you bind
While all the dreamers’ did but wilt
Its here a life you thrice built
Amongst the rivers of gold
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