The Lure
The heat of the day sat heavy on my shoulders
Sweat ran from my brow as I turned over boulders
Aching and bleeding and too stubborn to stop
I dug and I burrowed 'til I felt I would drop
The lure is set and the traditions so old
I cannot give up now I'm so close to my gold
The heat of the day sat heavy on my shoulders
Sweat ran from my brow as I turned over boulders
Aching and bleeding and too stubborn to stop
I dug and I burrowed 'til I felt I would drop
The lure is set and the traditions so old
I cannot give up now I'm so close to my gold