This is a completely different song by the same title, as sung by the Irish singer and guitarist, John Doyle. Absolutely beautiful song.

Lyrics to Wheel of Fortune (as sung by John Doyle)


The snow falls hard in Dawson City
I’ve a pick and shovel, and a pack on hand.
I think on you, but it turns to grievin’
Six thousand miles from my native land.

When first I saw you, my heart surrendered
No lass in Erin could wound me so,
Your flowing hair, like as the raven
And your lips were red as blood in snow.

I saw you walking, so slight and graceful
Gathering lilies in the market square.
And I called to you, and you turned smiling.
And I thought my heart would break right there.

All summer long, while we played and courted
Through Lissalough and Caroleen.
We swore that we’d be bound together
An let no other part the seam.

Chorus:
Turn around now, you wheel of fortune
You bind together, you tear apart.
We place our bets, and set you spinning
To bring us joy or break our heart.

While I roamed to Scotland, all as a spalpeen
To dig potatoes and thresh the wheat,
And I bought a ring for to fit your finger,
For to give to you when next we’d meet.

With a joyous heart, I opened the door, love
That dreadful evening as I returned.
For there I found you in the arms of another,
Oh, how my heart, it did ache and burn.

Chorus

I roamed the world all to forget you,
To blench the taste that was once so sweet:
The burning heat of Arizona
To the Rockies high and looming peaks.

Not riches bright, but rock and fool’s gold
The Yukon’s treasures yield to me.
I dug the dirt and panned the streams love
In hopes that one day I’d be free.

Here I sit in Dawson City
The Whitehouse ferry has brought me o’er.
There’s many a man in search of riches
Who sold his soul for less, not more.

Chorus