There are no mystic jewels Embedded in my prose No moonlit haloed cherubs Perched on my piano No lyrics laced with pixie dust No angels sings along I am just a beggar who gives alms
Chorus: Gold and silver have I none But such I have give thee Borrowed words from the one Who gave the gift to me The pearl that I could never buy This life, this dream, this song And I am just a begger who gives alms
I am not the creator But a scribe with a pen I'm recreating visions Through a cracked and broken lens Only one has ever seen The home for which we long And I am just a beggar who gives alms
