Gold Can’t Buy The Rain

We are marchin’ through the desert,
marchin’ through the desert.
And we’re searchin’ for water,
searchin’ for water.

We are marchin’ through the desert,
marchin’ through the desert.
And we’re searchin’ for water,
searchin’ for water.

I have a brush made from a whale bone,
But what I need is a good end of a wish bone
work, work, work, working for me!

From all of this kind of walkin’
my linen clothes are dusty
and my pedestal is pitiful,
if you ask me.

We are marchin’ through the desert,
marchin’ through the desert.
And we’re searchin’ for water,
searchin’ for water.

Oh my charm and beauty get me nearly
everything I’m wanting.
Oh my charm and beauty get me nearly
everything I’m wanting.

Oh, but gold can’t buy the rain!
No, gold can’t buy the rain!
No, gold can’t buy the rain!
No, gold can’t buy the rain!

We are marchin’ through the desert,
marchin’ through the desert.
And we’re searchin’ for water,
searchin’ for water.