Текст песни 10,000 Maniacs - Gold Rush Brides
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Follow the typical signs, the hand-painted lines, downprairie roads. Pass the lone church spire. Pass the talking wire from where to who knows? There`s no way to divide the beauty of the sky fromthe wild western plains. Where a man could drift, in legendary myth, byroaming over spaces. The land was free and the price was right. Dakota on the wall is a white-robed woman, broadyet maidenly. Such power in her hand as she hails the wagon man`sfamily. I see Indians that crawl through this mural thatrecalls our history. Who were the homestead wives? Who were the gold rush brides? Does anybody know? Do their works survive their yellow fever lives in thepages they wrote? The land was free, yet it cost their lives. In miner`s lust for gold. A family`s house was bought and sold, piece bypiece. A widow staked her claim on a dollar and his name,so painfully. In letters mailed back home her Eastern sisters theywould moan as they would read accounts of madness, childbirth,loneliness and grief.