Fool's Gold

My finest robes are filthy rags

And priceless jewels but cold

Glittering crowns, although I boast and brag,

Are nothing more than fool's gold



I give them up, I lay them down

All that I have and hold

For earthly treasures, I have found,

Are nothing more than fool's gold



Fool's gold

Fool's gold



The ones I love, the kindred dear

My friendships new and old

When I cling to them in constant fear

I trade great wealth for fool's gold



I give them up, I lay them down

All that I have and hold

For earthly treasures, I have found,

Are nothing more than fool's gold



Every good and perfect gift from God is only loan

So I repent for holding onto things I've never owned



I give them up, I lay them down

All that I have and hold

For earthly treasures, I have found,

Are nothing more than fool's gold



Fool's gold

Fool's gold