May Your Days Be Gold - Last Days

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