All the Gold That’s in This World

February 8, 2016. All the Gold That’s in This World. I love the music of Bruce Cockburn, one of my few favourite artists. I love his conversion song, “All the Diamonds In This World that mean anything to me, are conjured up by wind and sunlight sparkling on the sea.” (Van Morrison also has a song about his conversion called “Full Force Gale,” also a wonderful song.) On 2012 September 5, Diane and I were heading south on the Dempster Highway in Yukon, coming back from Inuvik back to Dawson City. Down the seven-mile hill we went into the widening Ogilvie-Peel valley which was filled with the golden yellow of aspens and poplars. Diane was driving and commented on all the golden colours in the valley. That set my mind to song and I combined the beauty of the scenery with the gold rush and Yukon into the words of this song, based on the tune and idea of Bruce Cockburn’s song of conversion to the Christian faith, “All the Diamonds” (in This World). If you know the tune, you can sing it to yourself.

All the gold that’s in this world,

Has its source in the mother lode.

The Ogilvie-Peel River valley sends

Its gold far afield.

 

Dropping down the seven-mile road,

Gave us vistas of its veins.

They followed the banks of the rivers down

And filled the valley plains.

 

Chorus:

Seasons of gold come every year again,

Gold you can hold only in your heart my friend.

No-one can take it though you can freely lend,

Like all God’s gifts it can grow without end.

 

We moved on and rain did fall,

Though our hearts stayed warm and dry,

The gold will grow again my friend,

From sunshine up on high.

 

For this gold there is no rush,

There’s enough for all to share;

You cannot hold it in your hands,

It won’t cause you any cares.

 

Chorus:

No-one can take it though you can freely lend,

Like all God’s gifts it can grow without end.

Seasons of gold come every year again,

Gold you can hold only in your heart my friend.

 

From the Yukon we’ll soon be gone,

Seasons of our life will pass.

And though my mind may lose its gold,

My heart will hold it fast.

By the time I started driving again, my song was done. The drive back from Inuvik was a rewind of the trip up, with some new points of view and discoveries. Tombstone is the highest point between the two ends of the Dempster Highway, the exact point being where we crossed the continental divide, and therefore the coldest at night and the colours the most beautiful. As we slowly dropped down to the Klondike Highway and Dawson, the red diminished in favour of gold.

May your blood be red as bear-berries and your heart be filled with the gold of God’s love displayed in his treasures to us, better than diamonds and gold.

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