GOLD

GOLD

http://www.archive.org/download/SaulSimeonSongbook/1pGold.mp3
Jubilant eyes are smiling,
the birthright's all yours,
peasant eyes are crying,
you took what's not rightfully yours.
(chorus)Set the controls to gold,
always done what you're told,
set the controls to gold,
you're sold.--
Isn't it all a sweet enigma,
with their mighty fists crashing down,
your crown isn't big enough,
life sure must be rough.
Verdant valleys are growing,
the very daylight is yours,
stagnant waters are reeking,
the smell might be yours.(chorus)
Isn't it all a sweet enigma,
there's not enough to go around,
your crown is your handcuff,
life sure must be rough...