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
he 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 say
We don't sell sympathy
He tells a strange story
About his father
How Sunday mornings
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
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 this show before
Knows someone is going to fall
Just near the part
Where the beautiful dancing
tightrope ballerine
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