Searching for gold the ...
Is shooting for gold
An even sound call me

I keep this all glow
The feathers are worried
The keepers are worried ...

The lovers are wild
The river is flowing
The hours don't quit

And now I fly, and you will see me up!
And now the sea has gone
Last year still young

I'll sleep for days,
After three o'clock
And let me take this round!

And now I'm facing up
And now I face the not
Another dude so long

I can feel it past and you will see this sport
And all the faces outside
And all the faces I've known

And not shoot for gold
I will lead this life, and you will see me on!