My finest robes are filthy rags
And priceless jewels but cold
Glittering crowns, although I boast and brag,
Are nothing more than fool's gold
I give them up, I lay them down
All that I have and hold
For earthly treasures, I have found,
Are nothing more than fool's gold
Fool's gold
Fool's gold
The ones I love, the kindred dear
My friendships new and old
When I cling to them in constant fear
I trade great wealth for fool's gold
I give them up, I lay them down
All that I have and hold
For earthly treasures, I have found,
Are nothing more than fool's gold
Every good and perfect gift from God is only loan
So I repent for holding onto things I've never owned
I give them up, I lay them down
All that I have and hold
For earthly treasures, I have found,
Are nothing more than fool's gold
Fool's gold
Fool's gold