Between high and low
Up the Skeena for my gold
I'll see her in Two Mile or Hazelton
I write these letters to feel better
When I'm out in the wind
I'm on my trail off the rails
East of Port Essington
When I'm miles, and miles and miles away
I won't forget those days
I won't forget your face
When I'm miles, and miles on the other side
I'll write you every day and night
I'll miss you every day and night
I'll love you till the day I die
Between high and low
Up the Skeena for my gold
I'll see her in Two Mile or Hazelton