Back in the years, they came from every were.
The diggers were young, some found the reaper there
/Gold fewer You´ve gotta be a believer
Don't you let them mess into your mind
I t might be your last days around
Dollars and guns, enticed every father ´n son
Migration ´n trade, their looking for any one...
/Gold fewer You gotta be a believer
It was a fantasy. But they tried to make reality
A house and a family, they´re dreaming into eternity