Gold - Streets Of Laredo

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