Black Molasses

Shadows dance
On the cold damp walls of this cave
My final home
It's not the howls of the wolves
But the blizzard winds
That keep me in
My fate
It draws near
It draws near
My fate
It draws near
It draws near

A western road
With the hope
Of land and gold
Has ended here
And I can't feel my limbs
And all I see is white
My fate draws near
Cold warmth
No fear

Now I feel
The fire's heat, pipe in hand
I warm my feet
I taste and smell
A traveler's meal
Black molasses on my daily bread
My fate
It draws near
It draws near

A western road
With the hope
Of land and gold
Has ended here
And I can't feel my limbs
And all I see is white
My fate draws near
Cold warmth
No fear