With the simple grace of a woman, I might find an ore
For that beauty will guide me to the great quarry
Expecting to find a precious mine and a bit more
Even if it's lost time, the woman begins her story

The riches will be in the heart not under the tree
For the passive mind cannot truly fully understand
The heart is without chains, it operates apart and free
It goes to the rhythm of my unspectacular one-man band

The patience of letting me excavate thus despairing little hope
Collecting my thoughts to help the hands reach out
To grab your leg, but don't worry, please don't shout

With your absence from my heart, I feel like going down the slope
But reviving myself to realize I've found the mineral
Bright yellow it is, so please don't arrange my funeral