The Gold It’s in The… Songtext
von Pink Floyd

Come on, my friends, let′s make for the hills
They say there's gold, but I′m looking for thrills
You can get your hands on whatever we find
'Cause I'm only coming along for the ride


Well, you go your way, I′ll go mine
I don′t care if we get there on time
Everybody's searching for something, they say
I′ll get my kicks on the way

Over the mountains, across the seas
Who knows what will be waiting for me?
I could sail forever to strange sounding names
Faces of people and places don't change

All I have to do is just close my eyes
To see the seagulls wheeling on those far distant skies
All I wanna tell you, all I wanna say
It′s count me on the journey, don't expect me to stay