Motherlode

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Motherlode

While roundin’ up strays near the Red Bonnet Pass,

found a nugget of gold in the late-August grass.

Left the ranchin’ behind, went in search of the gold,

and I knew I was close, but the trail went cold.

Spent my life, chasin’ dreams. Now I’m weathered and old.

Given all that I had, in pursuit of the gold--

like your heart, cased in stone, so invincibly stowed--

still in search of your love, and that sweet motherlode.

Like a carrot, rigged-up, just ahead of a mule,

the lure of that gold led me on, like a fool.

I was driven to dig, by a glimmer of light,

but the gold and my hope only vanished from sight.

Spent my life, chasin’ dreams. Now I’m weathered and old.

Given all that I had, in pursuit of the gold--

like your heart, cased in stone, so invincibly stowed--

still in search of your love, and that sweet mother lode.

My passion propelled by the gleam in your talk,

behind me’s a pile of meaningless rock.

Ahead is a mountain with gold in its soul.

Can’t stop, so I’ll always be digging that hole.

Spent my life, chasin’ dreams. Now I’m weathered and old.

Given all that I had, in pursuit of the gold--

like your heart, cased in stone, so invincibly stowed--

still in search of your love, and that sweet mother lode.