we were bound for this glaring ideal
but we were turning the wheel
the sundown or starting to learn
the call of nature is our vein of gold
far beyond the timberline
as we are on the golden trail
it is the scream of the eagle
it is the eternal raging stream
it is the shine on the mountains
as far as the eye can reach here
it is the eyrie of your pulsing dreams
is right before your eyes
far beyond the timberline
as we are on the golden trail
as we are on the golden trail