The Legend of Jack London

He sailed the shores of distant islands

The wind and rope betrayed his hands

At once a rough and tumble drifter

But few recall a kinder man

He could ride a boxcar like a stallion

He could win a knife fight with a song

He chased the gold north to Alaska

With men from all around the world

They starved for months to find no treasure

So he put the mem’ries down in words

The legend carried ‘cross the ocean

Of hungry wolves and bitter cold

It was the life he’d always dreamed of

His rightful stories would be told

London you could run

You were born to chase the sun

I can’t believe the places that you’ve been

And all the things that you’ve done

London you can tell

A great story can cast a spell

You took me deep into the wilderness

Be it heaven or be it hell

The world was hungry for his stories

To know of what he’d seen or heard

He covered wars in foreign countries

But found the whole idea absurd

What mattered most to him was freedom

What mattered least was growing old

He had the life he’d always dreamed of

But soon the life would take its toll

London you could run

You were born to chase the sun

I can’t believe the places that you’ve been

And all the things that you’ve done

London you can tell

A great story can cast a spell

You took me deep into the wilderness

Be it heaven or be it hell

London you could run

You were born to chase the sun

I can’t believe the places that you’ve been

And all the things that you’ve done

London you could tell

A great story can cast a spell

You took me deep into the wilderness

Be it heaven or be it hell