The Night (of Gold)

Riding through the summer nightriding on my brave new bikewatch the skies and I?m happy, glad and proudpirate cards from underworlddusty, grey and very oldtake me to the place I?ve dreamed of every nightTen steps right and then I turn aroundeight steps west and saw I? m standingright on golden groundIt?s the night when I find goldsmash the spade deep In the groundit? s the night to find what I havebeen dreaming ofit?s the night when I find goldThere? s a chest deep in the groundspade makes a metallic soundecstasy is taking control of my whole brainpulling out the mighty boxmy smile is growing to my earsmy poor bike has to carry tons and tons toinghtNow I? m biking home, a wealthy manking of the day, and you should know the reason why:Gold!