With his fool's gold stacked up all around him
From a killing in the market on the war
The children left King Midas there, as they found him
In his counting house where nothing counts but more
CHORUS:
And he thought he heard the echo of a penny whistle band
And the laughter from a distant caravan
And the brightly painted line of circus wagons in the sand
Fading through the door into summer
Well, it's travel onto "maybe next year" 's places
As a trade-in for a name upon the door
And he pays for every year he cannot buy back with his tears
As he finds out there's been no one keeping score
CHORUS...
1 | Pleasant Valley Sunday |
2 | Mary, Mary |
3 | Valleri |
4 | Steppin' Stone |
5 | Monkees-You Just May Be The One |
6 | Randy Scouse Git |
7 | The Girl I Knew Somewhere |
8 | At The Hop |
9 | Hard to Believe |
10 | Kicks |