Dan Fogelberg - Sutter's Mill Lyrics
In the spring of forty-seven,So the story, it is told,Old john sutter went to the mill siteFound a piece of shining gold.Well, he took it to the cityWhere the word, like wildfire, spread.And old john sutter soon came to wish hedLeft that stone in the river bed.For they came like herds of locustsEvery woman, child and manIn their lumbering conestogasThey left their tracks upon the land.(chorus)Some would fail and some would prosperSome would die and some would killSome would thank the lord for their deliveranceAnd some would curse john sutters mill.Well, they came from new york city,And they came from alabamWith their dreams of finding fortunesIn this wild unsettled land.Well, some fell prey to hostile arrowsAs they tried to cross the plains.And some were lost in the rocky mountainsWith their hands froze to the reins.Oh...(chorus)Well, some pushed on to californiaAnd others stopped to take their rest.And by the spring of eighteen-sixtyThey had opened up the west.And then the railroad came behind themAnd the land was plowed and tamed,When old john sutter went to meet his maker,Hed not one penny to his name.Oh...(chorus)And some would curse john sutters millSome mens thirsts are never filled.
