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