If you were humble,
Would you say you're bound to die
Most any day?
And hand your silver to the thief,
And share your heart without much grief.
But all you own you could never hold,
And if you bother to count your gold,
You'll die before you reach the end,
And you would be alone again.
Once when you were happy,
Pockets empty, full of holes,
You walked along like a peasant
Without a hat and only my hand to hold.
But now you're heavy with a heart grown cold,
And if you bother to count your gold,
You'll die before you reach the end,
And you would be alone again.
Silver and gold are shining from him.
Listen to the steps of the well-heeled men.
Silver and gold are shining from them.
Too heavy laden, their love has worn thin.
You like to count your numbers.
You like a life of luxury.
Have someone to embrace your folks
And carry on your progeny.
But this dream is getting old,
And if you bother to count your gold,
You'll die before you reach the end,
And you would be alone again.
Silver and gold are shining from him.
Listen to the steps of the well-heeled men.
Silver and gold are shining from them.
Too heavy laden, their love has worn thin.
If you were humble,
Would you say you're bound to die
Most any day?
And would you hand your silver to the thief,
And share your heart without much grief?
But all you own you could never hold,
And if you bother to count your gold,
You'll die before you reach the end,
And you would be alone my friend.
Silver and gold are shining from him.
Listen to the steps of the well-heeled men.
Silver and gold are shining from them.
Silver and gold, silver and gold,
Silver and gold are shining from them.
Too heavy laden, their love has worn thin.
Too heavy laden, their love has worn thin.
