The pepole who always mined for gold,
Thier wills and might strong as stone,
One day who would wonder into the forest,
But a man who lust for gold, strong as stone.

Still a stone, Stiff as wood,
Lay a cabin, between the trees,
Never moving, only still,

A cabin never found,
a cabin never a sound,
A cabin forever lost.

The gold never came and never went,
The man never got his fill,
But in the woods he got his thrill,
while the others went away,
Where was the gold, they would never say,

After all the others were gone,
A cabin still lays there,
but noone cares,
Set the controls to the heart of the sun.
Last edited by LuciferSam. at Aug 29, 2008,