Lyrics

Beyond the Rockies and Chilcoot Pass
Lies a little Nugget of Northern Class
Heading straight north, you're right on course
To get lost all in her charms
Oh, Whitehorse

Cruise her small shops,
Walk her snowy streets
Strike up some talks with Ontario escapees
The night falls fast, starts to get cold
Stop in to the Inn for a glass
of Yukon Gold

The stories never get old
With a glass of Yukon Gold
The Warm hearts don't mind the cold
You'll never want to leave
So I'm told

Sittin on my own at the open mic
Dan calls me over to have a pint
Into the stories he soon did delve
He went on and on and on
About the war of 1812

His stories never got old
With a pint of Yukon Gold
His Warm hearts don't mind the cold
You'll never want to leave
So I'm told

Now jamming once again with Peggy an Roxx
The life of this town, her very own Jukebox
And into the stories we soon did go
They went on and on and on
Til' well past close

Their songs never get old
With a pitcher of Yukon Gold
Their warm hearts don't mind the cold
You'll never want to leave
You'll never want to leave
You'll never want to leave

Now I'm sold...
On Yukon Gold!