Fools Gold - Thin Lizzy

In the year of the famine

When starvation and black death raged across the land

There were many driven by their hunger

To set sail for the Americas

In search of a new life and a new hope

Oh but there were some who couldn’t cope

And they spent their life

In search of fool’s gold

The old prospector he makes it to the four lane highway

His old compadre lays dead in the sand

With outstretched hands he cries, «Are you going my way?»

The people passing by didn’t seem to understand

Fool’s gold

Fool’s gold

Fool’s gold

Fool’s gold

Broken Joe just lying in a gutter

He’s gone as low as any man can be

He calls for wine but they’ll only serve him water

The bartender says, «We don’t sell sympathy»

He tells a strange story about his father

How Sunday morning they’d go down to the church on the corner

As time grows older his thoughts they grow younger

It is his wish to search no longer

Fool’s gold

Fool’s gold

Fool’s gold

Fool’s gold

The vulture sits on top of the big top circus arena

He’s seen the show before, knows someone’s going to fall

Just near the part where the beautiful dancing tightrope ballerina

Forgets that the safety net isn’t there at all

Down he swoops with claws drawn to take her

Razor sharp so savagely is she mauled

Oh my god, is there no one who can save her?

In steps the fox to thunderous applause

Fool’s gold

Fool’s gold

Fool’s gold

Fool’s gold

You’d better believe it