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 wonderous day to see

The joy I hope in me while I leave

Now you've seen the evil eye

So 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 undrowned