Singalong! Heart of Gold by Neil Young

Oh the sweet simplicity of Neil Young's Heart of Gold. The harmonica. The basic truth in the lyrics.  The feelings.  It makes me think of that old poem about the great importance of a red wagon in the rain.  (Worst paraphrase ever.  I am now googling it... It's called The Red Wheelbarrow by William Carlos Williams.)

HEART OF GOLD

by Neil Young

I want to live,

I want to give

I've been a miner

for a heart of gold.

It's these expressions

I never give

That keep me searching

for a heart of gold

And I'm getting old.

Keeps me searching

for a heart of gold

And I'm getting old.

I've been to Hollywood

I've been to Redwood

I crossed the ocean

for a heart of gold

I've been in my mind,

it's such a fine line

That keeps me searching

for a heart of gold

And I'm getting old.

Keeps me searching

for a heart of gold

And I'm getting old.

Keep me searching

for a heart of gold

You keep me searching

for a heart of gold

And I'm growing old.

I've been a miner

for a heart of gold.