“They’ve made a new gold strike you know,”
She said as I turned and started to go.
“They’ve made a new gold strike you know,”
Repeats the quiet voice soft and low.
An old weathered face smiles and softly speaks,
With hope in her heart and eyes that glow.
It’s a voice of hope for the dream she seeks,
From a face lined by hardships she’s come to know.
It’s been twenty years since the mining stopped,
And everyone has begun to go.
Twenty years since the miners stopped,
And the only work is at that damn casino.
“They say it’s a really big one, you know.”
It means real jobs will come again.
“Mining jobs,” she said with wrinkled face aglow.
“Mining jobs and honest work my friend.”
They’ve made a new gold strike, you know.
They say it’s a really big one, we need it so.
Soon the town will change and start to grow.
They’ve made a new gold strike, you know. &