Fool's Gold 歌词

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