The Trespassers: Listen to Music

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Golden Vein

You look like gold to me, purest golden vein
Buried deep in the mountain steep
And down to the Thule grass plain

When I was a young man, westward I did ride
To seek my bonnie fair fortune
Down by the ocean side
Merchants there and traders, trading for silver and gold
Building their city upon the backs
Of those whose stories aren’t told

Lost in mist of pleasure, peeling at my pain
I leveled my sights on wrong and right
Scratched a name off a list on a page
California, oh that was your name
What happened to the good and true
The valley smog chokes the wind and the rain