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