Tauerngold - Edenbridge

We were bound for this glaring ideal

But we were turning the wheel

We, the intruders, did we take the turn?

The sundown or starting to learn

The call of nature is our vein of gold

It is the future we hold

High-flown they are, rain or shine

Far beyond the timberline

We are blazing, heard the tale

Eyes agleam, as we are on the golden trail

It is the scream of the eagle

The Midas touch

It is the eternal raging stream

The merit real

The only ideal

The holy seal

It is the shine on the mountains

The panning for gold

It is the wonder unseen

As far as the eye can reach here

A swim in delight

It is the eyrie of your pulsing dreams

The merit real

The only ideal

The holy seal

The unseen gold

Is right before your eyes

Your eyes

High-flown they are, rain or shine

Far beyond the timberline

We are blazing, heard the tale

Eyes agleam, as we are on the golden trail

As we are on the golden trail

On the golden trail