Gold, Gold, Gold - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
GOLD, GOLD, GOLD. 
We oft read of the power of Princes and of Kings, Who stripp'd of all their grandeur, Are but poor mortal things; But there's a power stronger, Which lasts for time untold, To which all men must bow, And that's the bright, bright gold. 
Chorus. Gold, gold, gold; I love to hear it jingle, Gold, gold, gold, Its power is uutold; We men strive hard to store it, And woman she'll adore it; The best friends that a man can have Is gold, gold, gold. 
The man that's minus money, The world will call a "flat" And pass him by; but if he's rich Will gaily raise its hat. It sneers at the unlucky, But smiles on he who wins: And gold will gloss and cover Quite a multitude of sins.-Chorus. 
The maid both plain and ancient, Appears a perfect " sweet," If rich, her gold magnetic draws "Fond" lovers to her feet. Borne say this gold's a curse, and that It causes strife and pride; But we know it is a blessing, When it's properly applied.-Chorus. 
Love and content in a cottage I've heard of, so have you; But I fear that kind of bliss Is only experienced by few: When trouble comes unto the door. Love flies, or else grows cold; And the only thing to warm it up Is gold, gold, gold.-Chorus.