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Nothing but Gold

  © James Leva 

We won the land

with sweat and blood and gun and sword in hand

We made it pay

as we wore the wilderness away

 

But in the night when the stars shine cold

We reckon up what’s been bought and sold

What’s it worth if the truth be told

When there ain’t nothing left but gold?

 

We rule the earth

Now we know how much each piece is worth

God will provide

But we will get our share, we won’t be denied

 

But in the night when the stars shine cold

We reckon up what’s been bought and sold

What’s it worth if the truth be told

When there’s nothing left but gold?

 

I miss the trees

That reach into the skies to grasp the breeze

The creeks that run red

Once were full of fish but now they’re dead

 

But in the night when the stars shine cold

We reckon up what’s been bought and sold

What’s it worth if the truth be told

When there’s nothing left but gold?

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