Partners

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Words by Mark Edwards

© September 1976

Two Partners went in search of Gold, were as friendly as could be.

One was young and one was old

But the gay young fool was me.

Since neither one could write his name, I swore upon my Soul,

To share the wealth and to lend a hand

The hands that dug for Gold

Was in the spring we packed our gear and northward we did go.

To the land with the high mountains,

Where the swirlin' rivers flowed.

All summer long we panned for Gold, no nuggets did we find.

Our feet were red, but our hearts were strong,

We get that Gold in time.

We were Partners.

The summer days were gone at last and the winter nights were cold.

The snow had trapped us in the north,

When we finally found our Gold.

We took our fortune to the shack to wait the winter through.

The food ran low, so I killed my friend,

What else was there to do?

We were Partners.

The land was covered now with snow and the shelter leaned in pain.

Satan's waiting for me now,

In a room too cold for Cain.

Is that the devil at my door, looking for my soul?

Or is it just the old man,

Back and looking for his Gold?

We were Partners.

The wind it blew more hard and cold and the storms they'd never end.

But surely as the days grow old,

I got back home again.

I took the Gold down to a store, It's worthless I was told.

So when I find another friend,

I'll go and search once more.

As Partners.