May Your Days Be Gold

Thinking of what lies ahead

Making real all the tales you have read

Your days out here are not alone

Now you have a place to call

Your home

As every snow fall comes to rest

Each day will end in sunset

I know that your days will be cold

Before we fade as all of us

Grow old

Brand new footprints on this land

Touching colors with your hands

We look upon this new frontier

With mountains far and rivers near

The wilderness your playground

Now we rest with all our safety far

Brand new footprints on this land

Touching colors with your hands