Christmas
Carols
Our
Way
Oh dusty town of Bodie!
How still we see the lie;
Below thy mines and old stamp mills
The miners ghosts go by;
Yet in thy old board buildings
Creaking with the wind;
The sweat and tears and miners' fears
Are with us at road's end.
How silently, how silently,
Our vehicles drive to!
As we depart from city life,
And wander from the new.
We're searching for the history,
Of the times of old;
We yearn to know about the time,
When men mined your hills for gold.
Oh little town of Bodie,
Arrested in decay!
What were you really like,
In your big heyday?
The bad men and the miners
The women who serviced them;
We can only imagine,
What times were like back then.
It's Christmas time in Bodie,
The winds howling through old boards,
The snows have drifted to second floors,
No more visitors in hoards.
Park rangers in their snowcats,
The curious on skis and sleds
Are all that left to hear us
"Merry Christmases" are said!
