Sutter s Mill
　　Dan Fogelberg
　　In the spring of forty-seven,
　　So the story, it is told,
　　Old john sutter went to the mill site
　　Found a piece of shining gold.
　　Well, he took it to the city
　　Where the word, like wildfire, spread.
　　And old john sutter soon came to wish he d
　　Left that stone in the river bed.
　　For they came like herds of locusts
　　Every woman, child and man
　　In their lumbering conestogas
　　They left their tracks upon the land.
　　(chorus)
　　Some would fail and some would prosper
　　Some would die and some would kill
　　Some would thank the lord for their deliverance
　　And some would curse john sutter s mill.
　　Well, they came from new york city,
　　And they came from alabam
　　With their dreams of finding fortunes
　　In this wild unsettled land.
　　Well, some fell prey to hostile arrows
　　As they tried to cross the plains.
　　And so