Ain´t you wealthy, ain´t you wise?
Ain´t you made to give to me?
Ain´t it all good, enough to sing...

It´s a wondrous day to see

The joy I hold in me while I leave

Now you´ve seen the evil eye
Hold on to me while i cry

And ain´t you wealthy, ain´t you wise?
Ain´t you made to give to me?
Ain´t it all good, enough to sing...

The moon is very low
It watches while i go
Where i go

Bound in blankets and blond hair
You´ll be shocked to find me there

Ain´t you wealthy, ain´t you wise?
Ain´t you made to give to me?

Ain´t it all good enough to sing...

There´s no pain to lament
And no dream undrowned[?]
There´s no pain to lament
And no dream undreamt