Two friends go off in search of a treasure, with tragic results.
Story behind the song
I wanted to write an adventure story, like a legend....
Lyrics
Two Old Friends
This is a tale of two friends who set sail
And the tragedy that would unfold
With map in hand, they set out for the land
Of a great buried treasure of gold
Precious gold, precious gold
Precious gold, precious gold
They came ashore back in 1904
To a wilderness barren and cold
And when they got where the “x” marked the spot
All they found was a deep, empty hole
Just a hole, just a hole
Just a hole, just a hole
And the cold
The winds had carried
Soon left them dead
And buried
In the snow
There was no mound, not a cross to be found
That would mark where their bodies had been
And no bell tolls for these misguided souls
Who had come to an untimely end
Two old friends, two old friends
Two old friends, two old friends
*Words And Music By John Eimen* *Copyright 2010*