Gold rush singing, gold rushing song!

Drops of gold caught in leaves keeps me coming strong.

If I was a wealthy man I would not know, that sunlight is the purest gold you’ll get to hold.

Everyone gets it to an almost fair degree.

Poorest when it comes to days, even the North Pole gets it for free.

Gold rush singing, gold rushing song!

Memories a-clinging so I keep on coming on.

Friends I may forget, still I’ll know what you do.

Like a lover, like a fam, you’ll let me cling to you.

Turned away the song dries up, distilled days turning into stilled night.

Still I know you’ll come in my plight, my dear moonlight.