The Goldrush के बोल

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 I'm 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 diamong (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 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 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 Now I been digging so long that I never see the Sun