| I've heard whispers and tail of a gold rush, | |
| and digging through the hills to find your lives. | |
| Soon they'll sail through days and they'll melt away | |
| mansions made skin and ivory white | |
| All I want is to be with you | |
| from the worries that wait to worry me | |
| Ahhh~ I want that gold | |
| I'm gonna bring it home | |
| I'm gonna put my feet on the road | |
| I want that gold | |
| I'm gonna bring it home | |
| I'm gonna put my feet on the road | |
| and get that gold | |
| you were sparkling down like a snow flake | |
| through maple trees everything was green | |
| your silver glaze arranged as if to say | |
| gold is only good as what it needs | |
| If I look I will forget that shine | |
| you're reflection will penetrate my mind | |
| So flow into the light | |
| I want that gold | |
| I'm gonna bring it home | |
| I'm gonna put my feet on the road | |
| I want that gold | |
| I'm gonna bring it home | |
| I'm gonna put my feet on the road | |
| and get that gold |