Text: Procol Harum. Procol's Ninth. Fool's Gold.

I was trying hard to win
save the world and be the king
I was out there in the race
trying hard to force the pace
Fool's gold fooled me too
bright and shiny looked brand new
Fool's gold broke my heart
shone so brightly then fell apart
I was locked in bitter strife
fighting monsters all of my life
I was out to break the pledge
force myself across the edge
Fools gold bitter sting
broken promise hollow ring
Fool's gold cast the die
broken promise empty lie