To make my fortune finding gold
I left my love behind in tears
I said that I would come home soon
But I've been gone for all these years

I have a pick I have a pan
I wander here in the dusty heat
With a memory of a lovely lass
Whose hands were soft and whose kiss was sweet

There is no gold like the gold of her hair
No jewel as fair as I left behind
To wander this weary land alone
Seeking gold of a duller kind

And so on down the lonely days
I fear I'll keep awandering
So very far from the las I love
And still the years are squandering

Ithink there is one other verse
I have this on song on a cassette tape somewhere

Cheers