Panning for Gold (Holy Moses)

Knee deep in this cold river I have been Wading and panning for gold I've been out long, but I've not enough To be sold Down in the old canvas shanty town They're digging up barrows a day I know that I'll never find so much My way But, Holy Moses, I can't leave Oh, Holy Moses, I can't leave Now, in this cold river, up on this hill It could be there's no gold to find But it could be there is, so it's on this hill I'll die Now, you may say of me, "What a fool" And ask of me, "Wherefore and why" And truly, I must confess, I have no Reply For, Holy Moses, I can't leave Oh, Holy Moses, I can't leave Oh, Holy Moses, I can't leave Oh, Holy Moses, I can't leave