The Goldrush Lyrics

Here we go, wait, wait (okay)
Three

I went digging for gold
I went down to the valley
Over by the mountain
Where the prospector had been told

I′m marching through the cold
We're marching through the cold

I went digging for gold
I went down with my brother
A bucket and a shovel
And a book about the colour of coal

I′m marching through the cold
We're marching through the cold

There's a tiny little crackle on the telephone line
Saying, "What′s the use of metal if the metal don′t shine?"
She said, "Bring me back a ring 'cause I really want one"
I′ve been digging so long that I never see the sun

I went digging for gold
I went down to the valley
Over by the mountain
Where the prospector had been told

I'm marching through the cold
We′re marching through the cold

There's a tiny little crackle on the telephone line
Saying, "What′s the use of metal if the metal don't shine?"
She said, "Bring me back a ring 'cause I really want one"
I′ve been digging so long that I never see the sun
I′ve been digging so long that I never see the sun (and again, last time)
Now I've been digging so long that I never see the sun