worthless if it didn't require
Things remain precious the
If gold could be found lying
Could be the lowliest of metals,
But no longer will you ring when
Through the ice and the snow
And all through that winter
I'd lose her and find her
Too soft for serious use.
Pretty of course, warm to the touch,
But no longer will you ring,
When you've handled so much,
Just under the surface, in zigzagging planes
It lies there like branches
and it's there for the taking
So blind and starving, I sat by her side
As the fever raged in her,
She said, now we are rich, I told her the
Well, gold that we'd found
We are rich in each other,
It's the loneliest of the
Now sometimes I dream that the world is reversed
I dream that accountants are rarer than po ets
That things will get better if they
But a rich man has nothing
Gold is the lowliest of metals
It's too soft for serious use
But no longer will your ring, if you've handled too much,