The Goldrush lyrics

I went digging for gold

Down by the river

Over by the mountain

Where the prospektor 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 use the metal if the metal don't shine?"

She said "Bring me back a diamond ring

cause I really want one"

Now I been digging so long that I never see the sun

Now I been digging so long that I never see the sun

We've been digging so long that we never see the sun