Braddock's Gold (Roy Thigpen)

[Verse 1] In seventeen hundred and fifty-five, General Braddock’s army did arrive. A mission doomed, a deadly disaster, Where Washington buried his fallen master. [Chorus] Two iron cannons, the king’s gold concealed, Vanished ‘neath New Gate, where whispers healed. In Centreville’s shadows, the legend remains— A treasure untouched, though the search is in vain. New trails are tread, but none yet find The ancient secret the earth still binds. Through grasses tall, where old ghosts bide— Braddock’s gold lies lost, beneath the divide. [Verse 2] With General Braddock rode George Washington, British officers fell to French and Indian guns. While Braddock lay a-dyin’, his voice a faint plea, "I must not die here—bury me!" [Chorus] Two iron cannons, the king’s gold concealed, Lost beneath New Gate, where whispers healed. Through murmured fortunes, they chase the gleam— Questing through darkness, chasing dreams unseen. New trails are tread, but none yet find That ancient truth the earth still binds. Wind stirs the valleys where shadows confide— A fortune elusive, lost in the tide. [Verse 3] In seventeen hundred and seventy-six, The British marched with steel and tricks. Former foes now fought for freedom’s side, The war was won—rebellion turned the tide. But Braddock's gold was never found. [Chorus] Two iron cannons, the king’s gold concealed, Vanished ‘neath New Gate, where whispers healed. Through murmured fortunes, they chase the gleam— Questing through darkness, chasing dreams unseen. New trails are tread, but none yet find That ancient truth the earth still binds. Beneath the hills where whispers collide— Unyielding secrets, where fate won't provide. [Verse 4] The years have passed, the stories fade, The land has changed, but whispers still invade. The bustling towns rise where silence once lay, Yet Braddock’s treasure sleeps, hidden away. [Bridge] The map was lost to time’s cruel hand, Beneath the trees, where secrets stand. Among the tales of battles fought and bold, The secret lingers, buried with the gold. [Verse 5] Searchers came, hearts ablaze with dreams anew, Digging through dust, tracing stories they once knew. In Newgate's shadow, fortunes unfold— Yet still they wander, seeking Braddock's gold. [Chorus] Two iron cannons, the king’s gold concealed, Vanished ‘neath New Gate, where whispers healed. Amidst moonlit paths fate has belied— Endless pursuit of a treasure in sight. New trails are tread, but none yet find That ancient truth the earth still binds. In shadows deep, where echoes reside— A treasure unseen, lost in time’s tide. [Outro] And now the echoes of the past remain, The tale of Braddock’s gold calls out again. Through every breeze, through rustling leaves at night, The treasure’s secret shines just out of sight. Though generations have tried and failed to claim, It whispers softly, like a hidden flame. The mystery lingers as twilight descends, Until the final seeker finds where it ends.