I asked what he was thinking but he hadn't much to say
The revelry died down now, we'd reached the break of day
God knows it's not for glory, son, we just have to make some room
Oh, my heart would surely break for you, sweet treasure of my womb
With four and twenty shillings, we sent him on his way
Now my blood runs through the mountains
Of Far Americay
From a Rocky Mountain mine camp came a message here tonight
He says the mountain gives him hope these days to break the reach of night
Says to tell the young ones that he seldom sees the moon
But the noise would wake the dead out there, he'll send some money soon
There's light down in those tunnels, Oh, it's gonna' be okay
My blood slips through the mountains
Of Far Americay.
From a Rocky Moutain mine camp came a letter here today
He says the winds of change are blowin' a little warmer every day
That he fell in love with liberty, a girl we all once knew
She comes from good people, and he said she loves him too
That blood ran down those rivers
What a heavy price to pay
So far now from the ocean
In Far Americay
In Far Americay
How young love it meanders through Far Americay