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.

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