Gold Can Turn to Sand - Kristina från Duvemåla - Peter Jöback

When I left I was leaving with a brother

Him and me, all we had was one brother

We were young, it was springtime

And our dreams of gold were grand

Oh, Kristina, gold can turn to sand

Dow that long, blazing trail

I walked beside him

He grew weak, and he leaned on me to guide him

Though I doubted our future in that godforsaken land

Oh, Kristina, gold can turn to sand

Still he shared in my dream

No matter how mad

He believed in me

I was all that he had

And I was glad of his company

In the desert, beyond the burning prairie

We got lost, we were foolish and unwary

Just how thirsty and desperate

you would never understand

Oh, Kristina, gold can turn to sand

Still I willed him along

I taught him the Song of the Ocean Wave

He, who shared in my quest,

Now laid to rest

in a lonely grave

From a well that was poisoned he drank water

And he died where he fell - a beast to slaughter

As his eyes slowly faded

his old watch fell from his hand

Oh, Kristina, gold can turn to sand

Oh, Kristina, gold can turn to sand