Gold Can Turn to Sand From “Kristina från Duvemåla”

When I left I was leaving with a brother
Him and me, all we had was one another
We were young, it was springtime
And our dreams of gold were grand
Oh, Kristina, gold can turn to sand

Dow that long, blazing trail
I walked beside him
He grew weak, and he leaned on me to guide him
Though I doubted our future in that godforsaken land
Oh, Kristina, gold can turn to sand

Still he shared in my dream
No matter how mad
He believed in me
I was all that he had
And I was glad of his company
In the desert, beyond the burning prairie
We got lost, we were foolish and unwary
Just how thirsty and desperate
You would never understand
Oh, Kristina, gold can turn to sand

Still I willed him along
I taught him the Song of the Ocean Wave
He, who shared in my quest
Now laid to rest
In a lonely grave

From a well that was poisoned he drank water
And he died where he fell - a beast to slaughter
As his eyes slowly faded
His old watch fell from his hand
Oh, Kristina, gold can turn to sand
Oh, Kristina, gold can turn to sand