I went digging for gold

I went down to the valley

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 ring cause I really want one

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

I went digging for gold

I went down to the valley

Over by the mountain

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

She said bring me back a ring cause I really want one

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

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

Again..one last time

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