The Far End of the Road

Not every miner strikes it rich

Throughout the 1800’s and into the 1900’s, the Pacific Canadian frontier might have well been considered the “Far End of the Road.” For many, it represented prospects of a promising future.  For others, it meant an escape from a sordid past… Far End of the Road features more chapters in the “Stirring Up Ghosts” storybook: Songs and stories about both the West’s heroes and its villains. 

 

Far End of the Road

Tiller's Folly

If we were to cast a look back to the “Wild West” of the 1800s, we’d discover days of wagon trains and stagecoaches, and of steamboats. It was a time when many folks were drawn West by the potential windfall represented Read more
If we were to cast a look back to the “Wild West” of the 1800s, we’d discover days of wagon trains and stagecoaches, and of steamboats. It was a time when many folks were drawn West by the potential windfall represented by the various goldrushes and silverados.

Many a young man left his wife or sweetheart behind, risking all for the chance of striking it rich. Many a young man would spend weeks crossing the continent, only to arrive at the diggings too late to stake a claim. Arriving penniless, these poor fellows would be forced to undertake grueling jobs, working for pennies a day, just to subsist.

Far End of the Road

They said a man could strike it rich in Colorado
The streets were paved with silver and with gold
They said there'd be a fortune for the taking
Ain't that the biggest lie they ever told

Now these blisters on my hand are bitter justice
For the crime of having held you in my arms
With every breath I beg my God for mercy
To comfort and to keep you safe from harm

To everything there is a season
And a time to reap the things you've sewn
And if there is another reason
We'll find out down the far end of the road

There's not enough stars in all the heavens
To count the times I wish I'd never seen your face
If in your heart, you could ever dream of leaving
There's no one in this world to take your place

The years may wear you down and cause you sorrow
And time may change the colour of your hair
What good is worrying about tomorrow
When it's living in the past that's got us here

To everything there is a season
And a time to reap the things you've sewn
And if there is another reason
We'll find out down the far end of the road

Now I'm standing here just staring down this highway
Nothing's changed just as far as I can see
What's left is living with the memories
Of all the things that never used to be 

To everything there is a season
And a time to reap the things you've sewn
And if there is another reason
We'll find out down the far end of the road

 

Music & Lyrics by Bruce Coughlan (SOCAN)