Robert Frost

Dust was always blowing about the town

Except for when the sea fog laid it down

And I was one of the children told

Some of the blowing dust was gold

All the dust, the wind blew high

Appeared like god in the sunset sky

But I was one of the children told

Some of the dust was really gold

Such was life in the golden gate

Gold dusted, all that we drank and ate

And I was one of the children told

We all must eat our peck of gold

Dust was always blowing about the town (dust was always blowing about the town)

Except for when the sea fog laid it down (except for when the sea fog laid it down)

And I was one of the children told

Some of the blowing dust was gold

Some of the blowing dust was gold