I went digging for gold I went down to the valley Over by the mountain Where the prospektor had been told I'm marching through the cold I'm marching through the cold
I went digging for gold I went down with my brother A bucket and a shovel And a book about the colour of coal I'm marching through the cold We're marching through the cold
There's a tiny little crackle on the telephone line Saying: ''What use the metal if the metal don't shine?'' She said: ''Bring me back a diamong (ring) 'cause I really want one.'' Now I been digging so long that I never see the sun
I went digging for gold I went down to the valley Over by the mountain Where the prospektor had been told I'm marching through the cold We're marching through the cold
There's a tiny little crackle on the telephone line Saying: ''What use the metal if the metal don't shine?'' She said: ''Bring me back a diamond (ring) 'cause I really want one.'' Now I been digging so long that I never see the sun Now I been digging so long that I never see the sun Now I been digging so long that I never see the sun.
Compositores: Christopher Anthony John Martin (A Martin) (PRS), Guy Rupert Berryman (Coldplay) (PRS), Jonathan Mark Buckland (Jon Buckland) (PRS), William Champion (Coldplay) (PRS)Editor: B M G Music Ltd (PRS)Publicado em 2008 e lançado em 2013 (27/Nov)ECAD verificado obra #41194956 e fonograma #6134340 em 23/Out/2024 com dados da UBEM