We were bound for this glaring ideal
 
 But we were turning the wheel
 
 We, the intruders, did we take the turn?
 
 The sundown or starting to learn
 
  
  The call of nature is our vein of gold
 
 It is the future we hold
  
 
 High-flown they are, rain or shine
 
 Far beyond the timberline
 
 We are blazing, heard the tale
 
 Eyes agleam, as we are on the golden trail
  
 
 It is the scream of the eagle
 
 The midas touch
 
 It is the eternal raging stream
  
 
 The merit real
 
 The only ideal
 
 The holy seal
  
 
 It is the shine on the mountains
 
 The panning for gold
 
 It is the wonder unseen
 
 As far as the eye can reach here
 
 A swim in delight
 
 It is the eyrie of your pulsing dreams
  
 
 The merit real
 
 The only ideal
 
 The holy seal
 
 The unseen gold
 
 Is right before your eyes
 
 Your eyes
  
 
 High-flown they are, rain or shine
 
 Far beyond the timberline
 
 We are blazing, heard the tale
 
 Eyes agleam, as we are on the golden trail
 
 As we are on the golden trail
 
 On the golden trail