I lost track of the world today
As if, I ever was on track
I want nothing but good for you
But there’s something I need to say
All that glitters ain’t gold
Truth ain’t always what you’re told
Sing child for I am growing old
Soon you will be holding all my gold
Your pathway is a mystery
I picked flowers after school
Your story is yours to tell
Make the most of what you’ll see
All that glitters ain’t gold
Truth ain’t always what you’re told
Sing child for I am growing old
Soon you will be holding all my gold
Ah ah–ah–ah–ah–ah–ah