In a world that was always this dark

On a night that was always this dark
In a world that was always this cold,
there was light in the distance-a spark
and something you said about gold:
That it's here, underground in the rocks,
but deep, like a mile or two down.
below where we stand in our socks
in our own little house just past town.
But we never could dig very fast,
And I don't think we'd get very far,
for our drive and ambition would last
just until we were dirty and scarred.
On a night that was always this cold,
Where we see a dim light, just a spark,
There will always be deep unseen gold
In a world that was always this dark.