This life is all I have
Until I leave it here
and go back home
and go back home

I’ll search for gold
And treasures won’t escape my grasp
I’ll search for gold
Your treasure won’t escape my grasp
I’ll seek until I find
And knock until the door is open wide

This life is full of
Famine and of feasting times
‘Till we go back home
‘Till we go back home

I’ll search for gold
And treasures won’t escape my grasp
I’ll search for gold
Your treasure won’t escape my grasp
I’ll seek until I find
And knock until the door is open wide