From coast to coast and shore to shore
I have wandered years before
Always looking for something more
Boy poor from gold and silver ore
But rich from mind, heart, thoughts and lore
Great adventures deep in core
Now I have a pocketful of gold
What can I do with wealth I hold?
Should I share it when I get old?
Or just keep it as I have been told?
From road to road and bar to bar
I must have been looking hard
Seaching for the good that you are
This world can bring me only scars
Lost in gambling, out of trump card
With empty purse and empty jars
Now I have a pocketful of gold
What can I do with wealth I hold?
Should I share it when I get old?
Or just keep it as I have been told?
Is it all for me to pave the way?
That I lead to my grave one day
Cold as stone, and lonely as a rock
Pocketful of gold brings me no luck
Pocketful of gold
Happiness can not be sold
Pocketful of gold
One day someone can steal it all
Pocketful of gold
You know pride goes before fall
Pocketful of gold
Sometimes good luck flows down the wall
Pocketful of gold
Bankers die in stock exchange hall
Pocketful of gold
Can't stop suicide bullet at all
Is it all for me to pave the way?
That I lead to my grave one day
Cold as stone, and lonely as a rock
Pocketful of gold brings me no luck |
Peter Spiegelmann
