Rain trickles down the backs of all those who beg for gold.
Fools’ gold, I say! Fools’ gold!
Pain every day and it will stay.
Sane in every way and the rain fills the bay.
Cowardly scouring for what they seek,
They are just like the mouse, hanging from the raven’s beak!
Back, I say! Back, up the peak!
The bay’s dam has a leak!
Shiny nuances of the future’s fortunes,
With women and children by their side.
When the water tumbles down, they will have nowhere to hide!
Rain beats the backs of those who have followed those who have lied.
And all it took was single tear drop to force the deluge which has yet to subside.
Pity those who we knew had cried.