The goldrush of 1849
The story of men and mines
From the east they came
The wild west to tame

By foot and wagon train
They crossed the open plains
With only their dreams to hold
Hoping to turn their journey into gold

They found a fortune in the foothills
With gold mines and rock drills
Blasting caps and dynamite
Making their home a campsite

With their shovel, pick and pan
The tools of a mining man
Digging mountains into holes
In the search of gold

You can still hear the miner's cry
"Gold, gold, before we die!"
Digging deeper into the mountain side
To strike it rich, indeed they tried!

That was the story of 1849
A tale of men and mines
From the east they came
The wild west to tame

In search of dreams and gold
With all their wagons could hold
They came to California in 1849
And built a state upon a mine

Copyright 2004 by S. Duby