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