It is not the gold that glitters
Yes, it that hangs about her neck,
Drapes across her chest,
And sits on her bed.
But, it is not the gold that glitters.
Why then, does she have that glow?
How can I know?
How, when I am all alone
Here with my thoughts and this beautiful gold.
Why, it is not the gold that glitters,
No, not at all!
You can see it in her eyes,
That marvelous shine
For it is not the gold that glitters,
But the beauty of her soul.