The Goldrush
I went digging for goldDown by the riverOver by the mountainWhere the prospektor had been toldI'm marching through the coldWe're marching through the cold
I went digging for goldI went down with my brotherA bucket and a shovelAnd a book about the colour of coalI'm marching through the coldWe're marching through the cold
There's a tiny little crackle on the telephone lineSaying "What use the metal if the metal don't shine?"She said "Bring me back a diamond ringcause I really want one"Now I been digging so long that I never see the sunNow I been digging so long that I never see the sunWe've been digging so long that we never see the sun