There was old prospector he rode everywhere Searching for gold he could never find Until one day when he met her And the gold in her heart made him go blind
But he was too late And so much for fate He rode away so sad Thinking of all the gold he could never have
Disappearing into the sunset And under the stars he sat by a campfire alone The old prospector on his knees he wept Praying to God and knowing all the gold was gone
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