Lyrics Dutchman's Gold - Walter Brennan

Chorus:
Dutchman's gold, oh, dutchman's gold...

Brennan:
In the arizona desert.
Stands a giant of earth and stone.
Mighty superstition mountain.
With it's mystery and it's gold.

A miner, out prospectin'.
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.

Yellow gold.

Brennan:
Mighty superstition mountain.
Standing high and all alone.
Once you told your precious secret.
And you gave your soft, pure gold.

'Pache indians know the story.
And in legend there is told.
Many tales of the beginin'.
When you gave your yella gold.

Now i'd like to dream and wonder.
If someday you'll give again.
The bounty of your treasure.
To some lonely, strugglin' man.

And if you, in all your splendor.
May choose me to be the one.
To find your precious treasure.
Shinin' yella, in the sun.

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.

Yellow gold.
Yellow gold.
Yellow gold.
Dutchman's gold!