Move you can't touch it with your two hands
You can't find it with the third eye
I've been thirsting in the mud lands
For a well, it can't run dry, oh
Passed down to me through the wind
And in the silence of the white sound
It's always hidden in the dark night
Dug up from the cold groundBut it goes over the heart, and over the head
Over and above all the words they said
Be still my heart
Be still my head'Cause I got a goldmine, it's all mine
Nobody can touch this gold of mine
I got a goldmine, it's all mine
Nobody can touch this gold of mine
I got a goldmine, it's all mine
Nobody can touch this gold of mine
Sweep through the brimstone, peek through the fire
Nobody can touch this gold of mineAnd it's burning in the furnace
And the fire in the third eye
No you won't find it on the surface
It rises out of the war cryThis goes over the heart, over the head
Go and get past all the words they said
Be still in your heart
Still in your head'Cause I got a goldmine, it's all mine
Nobody can touch this gold of mine
I got a goldmine, it's all mine
Nobody can touch this gold of mine
I got a goldmine, it's all mine
Nobody can touch this gold of mine
Sweep through the brimstone, peek through the fire
Nobody can touch this gold of mineThey're all runnin' to the gold rush
They're all runnin' to the river
Hey, don't speak loud, keep it hushed
'Cause we about to be delivered, ooh'Cause I got a goldmine, it's all mine
Nobody can touch this gold of mine
I got a goldmine, it's all mine
Nobody can touch this gold of mine
I got a goldmine, it's all mine
Nobody can touch this gold of mine
Sweep through the brimstone, peek through the fire
Nobody can touch this gold of mineI got a goldmine
I got a goldmine
Songwriters
KIMBRA JOHNSON, FRASER SMITHPublished by
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