Lyrics Gold - Streets Of Laredo

Gold

Feeling kind of homesick
So why don’t you dive down
Into the ocean that wants to hear you
Ripples on the surface
I’m from an island
With not many people around with nothing to do
We can make gold with our hands
We can find gold in the garden
We hold on or we can let go, we can make gold
We can make gold
Feeling kind of nervous
So why don’t you walk through
The garden that wants to find you
Just another drifter
Waiting on the outside
Standing in line with nothing to prove
We can make gold with our hands
We could take hold of the moment
We can hold on or we can let go, we can make gold
We can make gold
Young man climbs up a willow tree
To see what he can find
An even bigger willow tree to climb
We can make gold with our hands
We can make gold with our hands
You can find silver, you can find gold, yeah
We can make gold with our hands
We can make gold with our hands
With our hands, with our hands, with our hands
With our hands, with our hands, with our hands
We make a home, we let go
Night sky
Over
My head
Goodnight