I'm a young, old-fashioned romantic
I dream of love the way it was
When my father's father was young
People might consider me
A sentimental fool
Cause I want to sing of love
The way my mother's mother sang
And I don't care how silly
It may sound to you
I could find a thousand things
Precious pearls and diamond rings
But they could never be as fine as you
My very own gold mine
I could do a thousand things
Walk the moon and die with kings
But that could never be as fine as
Being with you, my own gold mine
When I fall in love
I have to show it the only way I can
At the touch of love
Everyone becomes a poet
There's no time to run to get a man
I could love a thousand things
Sing a song about love that swings
But that could never be as fine as you
I dig this gold mine
Gold mine

I could find a thousand things
Precious pearls and diamond rings
But they could never be as fine as you
My very own gold mine
I could do a thousand things
Walk the moon and die with kings
But they could never be as fine as
Being with you, my own gold mine
When I fall in love
I have to show it the only way I can
At the touch of love
Everyone becomes a poet
There's no time to run to get a man
I could love a thousand things
Sing a song about love that swings
But that could never be as fine as you
I dig this gold mine
Gold mine