Out of this I had a wish,
I had a wish for more,
for you shone like the sun and there was only lust,
and a little gold and I wanted more,
but you are so elusive in the streams,
where I mostly stand forlorn,
and I rarely find you, the gold of which dreams are made,
and of which lives are changed but nothing came,
nothing came today,
and little rarely comes at all,
and out of this,
I had a wish,
I had a wish for more,
but you lay hidden from me mostly,
but I will be,
coming back to look for you once more,
and maybe one day,
I will get lucky,
I will get lucky once more,
and if I am truly lucky,
my life will change completely,
and I will have no worries,
about money anymore,
I will have no worries at all,
and what a pleasant thought that is,
what a pleasant thought,
and what I would not give,
to be able to live off the gold,
I find in the streams,
but it is but a dream,
but a dream,
and I can only cross my fingers,
and wish and hope for it to become reality,
and what a reality it would be,
to find a piece of gold,
large enough to set me up for life,
and how truly truly,
happy I would be,
forevermore.
