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