From the recording The Book Of Zephaniah
Lyrics
Well, I've been down in the mine, spending all my time
Looking hard for gold in the clean hard stone
And I can see the light above and it shines on me sometimes
Down on my hands and into my eyes
And when I die, on the day that I die
If I'm surrounded by gold, it'll mean about the same
As the pounding sound of rain
As I sit dry before the flame in the slowly fading comfort of my home
And so I'm building a box in which I'll keep my lot
All my watches and my jars, my compasses and claws
And I can lock it if I want, but time will someday find me
Down in the dirt and break down my shrine
And when I die, on the day that I die
If I'm surrounded by brass, it'll mean about the same
As my lover's fading touch
As I realize the rush is far better when I'm sleeping on my own
But oh my, my mind is raw down to the bone
Wondering what I'm always worried for
And I know no eyes can see the long road
Leading me to knock on Heaven's door
So when I finally go, drop me far down in my hole
And give me to me my pick so I can find what's hid
Beneath the cobble stones on the other side of death
I will get my glory prize when they lay me down to rest
When I die, on the day that I die
If I'm surrounded by my dreams, well, it won't mean a thing
Let the coliseums ring
And the blackbirds sing
And the cold wind scream
And the gold just gleam
And I will not take it with me when I die