In the year of the famine when starvation And black death raged across the land There were many driven by their hunger To set sail for the Americas In search of a new life and a new hope Oh but there were some that couldn't cope And they spent their life in search of Fools gold The old prospector he makes it to the four lane highway His old compadre, he lays dead in the sand With outstretched hands he cries, 'Are you going my way?' The people passing by didn't seem to understand Fools gold Fools gold Fools gold Fools gold Broken Joe just lying in a gutter He's gone as low as any man can be He calls for wine but they'll only serve him water The bartender say, 'We don't sell sympathy' He tells a strange story about his father How Sunday mornings they'd go down to the church on the corner As time grows older his thoughts they grow younger It is his wish to search no longer Fools gold Fools gold Fools gold Fools gold Fools gold Fools gold Fools gold Fools gold The vulture sits on top of the big top circus arena He's seen this show before knows someone is going to fall Just near the part where the beautiful dancing tightrope ballerina Forgets that the safety net isn't there at all Down he swoops with claws drawn to take her Razor sharp so savagely is she mauled Oh my God, is there no one who can save her? In steps the fox to thunderous applause Fools gold Fools gold Fools gold Fools gold © PIPPIN THE FRIENDLY RANGER MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com