
Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Song language: English
Digging for Gold |
I was kicking stones down by the river |
Listening to the call of the wild |
When you approached from the other direction |
I sang you the song of the motherless child |
You could say I’m a starry-eyed dreamer |
You could say I’m a troubadour of old |
You could say I’m a soldier of fortune |
(high plains drifter) |
Or a prospector digging for gold |
Outside the castle a lady-in-waiting |
Had her application denied |
She said, «That's a bitter pill to swallow |
Just when I was hitting my stride» |
I saw a man who took to the high wire |
Looked like he was dying to please |
He waved to the crowd below |
Then he fell with the greatest of ease |
I’ve seen spirit horses with blood on their saddles |
Angels with blue white wings |
Or maybe I’m a trickster |
And I’ve actually seen none of these things |
I’ll give you twenty-five dollars |
And then I’ll give you twenty-five more |
If you can answer this question |
What am I talking to you for? |