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