A Campfire Song
A lie to say, "O my mountain has coal veins and beds to dig500 men with axes and they all dig for me"A lie to say, "O my river where many fish do swimHalf of the catch is mine when you haul your nets in"
Never will he believe that his greed is a blinding rayNo devil or redeemer will cheat himHe'll take his gold to where he's lying cold
A lie to say, "O my mine gave a diamond as big as a fist"But with every gem in his pocket, the jewels he has missedA lie to say, "O my garden is growing taller by the day"He only eats the best and tosses the rest away
Never will he be believe that his greed is a blinding rayNo devil or redeemer can cheat himHe'll take his gold to where he's lying coldSix deep in the grave
Something is out of reachSomething he wantedSomething is out of reachHe's being tauntedSomething is out of reachThat he can't beg or steal, nor can he buy
His oldest painAnd fear in life:There'll not be timeHis oldest painAnd fear in life:There'll not be time
A lie to say "O my forest has trees that block the sunAnd when I cut them down I don't answer to anyone"
No, no, never will he believe that his greed is a blinding rayNo devil or redeemer can cheat himHe'll take his gold where he's lying cold