Old wheels turn on a heavy track
Timber wagons carry loads on back
Autumn wheat sways in a steady breeze
Yellow gold waving through the trees
Heavy logs roll by the granary wall
Wheat fields wave as the summer days fall
Wooden beams carry the weight of the pine
Gold in the wind and a long winding line
Grey stone walls keep the winter out
Harvest moon makes the farmers shout
Iron rims bite the frozen clay
Driving hard through the end of the day
Old men know that the weather lies
Copper clouds in the northern skies
Pockets empty but the spirit is bold
Trading silver for the harvest gold
Heavy logs roll by the granary wall
Wheat fields wave as the summer days fall
Wooden beams carry the weight of the pine
Gold in the wind and a long winding line
Wait for the turn where the river runs deep
Promises made that a driver must keep
Steady the hand and the eye on the road
Patiently pulling the heaviest load
Rusty gates swing on a hinge of brine
Scent of resin and the mountain pine
Slowly drifting toward the city light
Chasing the edge of a cold autumn night
Heavy logs roll by the granary wall
Wheat fields wave as the summer days fall
Wooden beams carry the weight of the pine
Gold in the wind and a long winding line
Rolling slow, rolling low.
Gold in the wind.
Gold in the wind.
