(Danny Dill)      Two partners went in search of gold   As friendly as could be   One was young and one was old   And the gay young fool was me.      Since neighter one could write his name   We swore upon our souls   To share the wealth and then shook hands   The hands that dug for gold.      The summer days were gone at last   And winter nights grew cold   The snow had trapped us in the pass   When we finally find the gold.      We took our fortune to the shack   To wait the winter through   But the food ran low so I killed my friend   What else there was to do.      I threw his body just outside   Into the bitter cold   Somehow I had to stay alive   I now had all the gold.      But the howling wind just seemed to say   You have killed a man   And you'll never get to spend the gold   With the blood upon your hands.      The cabin's covered now with snow   And shelves of food are bare   Satan's waitin' for me now   And I'm too cold to care.      Is that the devil at the door   Coming for my soul   Or is it just the old man   A looking for his gold?...