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 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
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 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 seen the sun (again, one last time) Now I been digging so long that I never seen the sun