Aurum Ruunt

Summer has come I’m on an overnight train Watching pouring rain blow sideways Crescent moon hung Peering through overcast skies, through the lightning I gazed upon it The air it clung to my skin like cobwebs clinging to a corner And a premonition told me that things were about to change It’s a gold rush I feel the weight of my tools on my back as I step off the train now I will find my worth in the hills, in the western soil, mark my word It’s a gold rush And I’m not going back empty handed Summer has gone Nights growing colder as I trek out westward, with nothing to my name In the moon’s glow Not much like once I remembered, in my time the rock had grown hateful Taking in my surroundings The land was taken over by the prospectors there before me But the greed crept up my spine It was over in no time It’s a gold rush I feel the weight of my tools on my back as I step off the train now I will find my worth in the hills, in the western soil, mark my word It’s a gold rush And I’m not going back empty handed I will find my worth in the work that I work, I will pull it from the earth The restless, rolling slopes Will be my claim to riches And when my spoils come I’ll hoard them til I’m young no more This is sure Die with my golden wealth