"The Goldrush" lyrics

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 color 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's the use of metal if the metal don't shine?"
She said, "Bring me back a ring because I really want one"
Now I've 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 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's the use of metal if the metal don't shine?"
She said, "Bring me back a ring cause I really want one"
Now I've been digging so long that I never seen the sun
Now I've been digging so long that I never seen the sun
(Again, last time)
Now I've been digging so long that I never seen the sun