When I was a young man I followed the gold, deep in a mineshaft all muddy and cold
Deep in the dark with a flickerin 'light, and never a nugget to gladen the sight sight
But it's way, hey, now I am old. The mornings were silver, the sunsets were gold
Way, hey, now I am old. The mornings were silver, the sunsets were gold
When I was a young man I followed the sea, cold, wet and shivering often I'd be
Rocked in the crow's nest or rolled down below, or sweating his soul out where the gulf trade is low
But it's way, hey, now I am old, the oceans were sapphires, the beaches were gold
But it's way, hey, now I am old, the oceans were sapphires, the beaches were gold
Now I am an old man, I sit in the sun thinking and dreaming of things that I've done
Remembering laughter, forgetting the pain, but I'd go out and do it all over again
For it's way, hey, lifted along. What good is your life if it isn't a song
Way, hey, lifted along. What good is your life if it isn't a song
When I was a young man I followed the gold, deep in the mineshaft all muddy and cold
Deep in the dark with a flickerin' light, and never a nugget to gladden my sight
But it's way, hey, lifted along. What good is your life if it isn't a song
And it's way, hey, lifted along. What good is your life if it isn't a song