A Thousand Things

A Thousand Things
Anders Edenroth 1999

I’m a young, old-fashioned romantic
I dream of love the way it was when my father’s father was young
People might consider me a sentimental fool
’cause I want to sing of love the way my mother’s mother sang
And I don’t care how silly it may sound to you

I could find a thousand things
Precious pearls and diamond rings
But they could never be as fine
As you, my very own gold mine

I could do a thousand things
Walk the moon and dine with kings
But that could never be as fine
As being with you, my own gold mine

When I fall in love I have to show it
The only way I can
At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet
There’s no crime if you rhyme to get a man

I could love a thousand things
Sing a song ’bout love that swings
But that could never be as fine
As you, I dig this gold-mine of mine