This copy has a few small grammatical/spelling/punctuation corrections.


THE ROAD TO EL DORADO
As recorded by Eric Bogle on “Endangered Species” (2000)

1. On the road to El Dorado, I stopped to smell the flowers.
I lay content 'mongst their sweet scent as minutes turned to hours.
Around me, birds were singing a song as pure as an angel's tears.
Time slipped away; hours turned to days, and days turned into years.

2. I'd searched for El Dorado nearly all my life,
With little thought to whom or what I'd have to sacrifice
To drink deep from the holy grail on the altar of success.
I thought if I could sup from that golden cup, I'd find peace and happiness.

3. But the road to El Dorado is a steep and slipp'ry track.
For every yard I climbed, I would find I'd slipped two yards back.
Never found my El Dorado or walked its golden streets.
Though it still gleamed deep in my dreams, 'twas always out of reach.

4. On the road to El Dorado, I looked only straight ahead,
Deaf and blind to the truth behind the dreams inside my head,
Until I saw the sunshine dancing in the morning air,
And I realized El Dorado lies around us ev'rywhere.

REPEAT VERSE 1