Nobody living in Burchell Lake
Left in a hurry is what the old folks say
Once was the best mining town around
Until the copper fell and the pumps shut down
Playing dominoes in the general store
Ain't nobody playing them games no more
Redford and McDonald could proudly boast
But now Burchell Lake is just a town for ghosts
Right at the end of Highway 802
Big Prospector figured what he could do
The great war kept the mines from closing up
Until the guns were put down and the killing stopped
White paint peeling in the Northern sun
Rusting fire hydrants by the B.A. Station
The homes still stand
The birds still sing
But for all their beauty it don't mean a thing
'Cause nobody's listening in Burchell Lake
Nobody believing in what patiently waits
For another soul to come and dig in its soil
Fill the row houses with the boys and girls
Nobody's living in Burchell Lake
Nobody believing in Burchell Lake
Nobody listening in Burchell Lake
Nobody living in Burchell Lake