I went digging for gold
I went d own to the valley
O ver by the mountain
Where t he prospektor had been told
I'm marching through the c old
We're marching through the c old
I went digging for gold
I went d own with my brother
A bucket and a shovel
and a b ook about the colour of coal
I'm marching through the c old
We're marching through the c old
There's a t iny little crackle on the t elephone li ne
Saying w hat use the metal if the m etal don't shi ne?
She said b ring me back a ring cause I r eally want on e
Now I been d igging so long that I n ever seen the su n
I went digging for gold
I went d own to the valley
O ver by the mountain
Where the p rospektor had been told
I'm marching through the c old
We're marching through the c old
There's a t iny little crackle on the t elephone li ne
Saying w hat use the metal if the m etal don't shi ne?
She said b ring me back a ring cause I r eally want on e
Now I been d igging so long that I n ever seen the su n
Now I been d igging so long that I n ever seen the su n
Now I been d igging so long that I n ever seen the su n