Four miles from Hill City, off the tourist trail where the days and the winters are long
The brave make their living, and the bustle fails to the bliss of the sauna song
Greeted by the warmth of a man who shines like the morning sun, on the river of gold
This land is so holy, the dearest ones set a banquet in the breeze
The songs echo boldly and the birches bow as if stricken to their knees
The sound is so sweet, it's like whispers through the leaves, on the river of gold
Praise God from whom all blessings flow
Praise Him all creatures here below
Praise Him above the heavenly hosts
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
Four miles from Hill City, off the tourist trail where the days and the winters are long
The brave make their living, and the bustle fails to the bliss of the sauna song
Greeted by the warmth of a man who shines like the setting sun, on the river of gold