Dutchman's gold, oh Dutchman's gold!
(parlando:)
In the Arizona desert stands a giant of earth and stone:
Mighty Superstition Mountain with its mystery and its gold
A miner, out prospecting, found his fortune and his fame,
found the gold of Superstition, just plain Dutchman was his name.
(Chorus:)
Oh, the Dutchman was a gambler, and a party was his fun
But he kept his precious secret, never trusting anyone
And in death he still is laughing, for the grave his secret holds
And the Mighty Superstition keeps the Dutchman's |: yellow gold :|
(parlando:)
Mighty Superstition Mountain, standing high and all alone,
once you told your precious secret and you gave your soft, pure gold
'pache Injuns* know the story, and in legend there is told
many takes of the beginning, when you gave your yellow gold.
(sempre parlando:)
Oh, I'd like to dream and wonder if someday you'll give again
the bounty of your treasure to some lonely, struggling man,
and if you, in all your splendor, may choose me to be the one
to find your precious treasure, shining yellow in the sun?
Chorus
|: Yellow gold :| The Dutchman's gold!
*Slang für "Apache Indians"