I've never wanted well, my life has one design, a simple little bag, to prove that you are mine.I don't want the world to have, for fame is not my life, just want a little bag, to prove that you are mine.Some sail away, to every place.And other lands of mystery.But all the wonders, that they see, will never tempt me.Their memories will soon go, but till the end of time.Oh, my God, my God, my God, my God.Their memories will soon go, but till the end of time.To be a little band of goldTo prove that you are mineDon't want the world to have an oathThat's famous, not my lifeJust want a little band of goldTo prove that you are mineBand of gold
