(Dutchman's gold,) (Oh, Dutchman's gold.) Brennan: In The Arizona desert Stands a giant of earth and stone Mighty superstiyion mountain With it's mystery and it's gold. A miner, out prospectin' Found his fortune and his fame Found the gold of superstition Just plain Dutchman, was his name. Chorus: Oh, the Dutchman was a gambler And a party was his fun But he kept his precious secret Never trusting anyone. And in death, he still is laughing For the grave his secret holds And the mighty superstition Keeps the Dutchman's yellow gold. Yello gold. Brennan: Mighty superstition mountain Standing high and all alone Once you told your precious secret And you gave your soft, pure gold. 'Pache indians know the story And in legend there is told Many takes of the beginnin' When you gave your yellow gold. Now I'd like to dream and wonder If someday you'll give again The bounty of your treasure To some lonely, strugglin' man. And if you, in all your splender May choose me to be the one To find your precious treasure Shinin' yella, in the sun. Chorus: Oh, the Dutch,an was a gambler And a party was his fun But he kept his precious secret Never trusting anyone. And in death, he still is laughing For the grave his secret holds And the mighty superstition Keeps the Dutchman's yellow gold Yellow gold. Yellow gold. Yellow gold. Dutchman's gold!...