There are no mystic jewels, embedded in my prose, No moonlit haloed cherubs, perched on my piano, No lyrics laced with pixie dust, no angels sing along. I am just a beggar who gives alms.
Chorus: Gold and silver have I none, but such I have give thee, Borrowed words from the one, who gave the gift to me, The pearl that I could never buy, this life, this dream, this song, And I am just a beggar who gives alms.
I am not the creator, but a scribe with a pen, I'm recreating visions, through a cracked and broken lens, Only one has ever seen the home for which we long, And I am just a beggar who gives alms.
Chorus: Gold and silver have I none, but such I have give thee, Borrowed words from the one, who gave the gift to me, The pearl that I could never buy, this life, this dream, this song, And I am just a beggar who gives alms.