On pathless ways you wither And hope has flown away Rise before my sight the great eternity Darkest No sun will ever shine again As the days of gold have passed Never to return Just like a dream bright to last Is curse of the red river See the raging torrent Wash your soul to the below To the graves Of the of oppression And see the bleak reflections Of the days that are no From the dreadful shadows As the days of gold have passed Never to return like a dream too bright to last Are the beds of by the rivers of red