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