Thin Lizzy - Fools Gold (instrumental Run Through) lyrics

In the year of the famine When starvation and black d**h raged across the land There were many driven by their hunger To set sail for the Americas In search of a new life and a new hope Oh but there were some who couldn't cope And they spent their life In search of fool's gold The old prospector he makes it to the four lane highway His old compadre lays dead in the sand With outstretched hands he cries, "Are you going my way?" The people pa**ing by didn't seem to understand Fool's gold Fool's gold Fool's gold Fool's gold Broken Joe just lying in a gutter He's gone as low as any man can be He calls for wine but they'll only serve him water The bartender says, "We don't sell sympathy" He tells a strange story about his father How Sunday morning they'd go down to the church on the corner As time grows older his thoughts they grow younger It is his wish to search no longer Fool's gold Fool's gold Fool's gold Fool's gold The vulture sits on top of the big top circus arena He's seen the show before, knows someone's going to fall Just near the part where the beautiful dancing tightrope ballerina Forgets that the safety net isn't there at all Down he swoops with claws drawn to take her Razor sharp so savagely is she mauled Oh my god, is there no one who can save her? In steps the fox to thunderous applause Fool's gold Fool's gold Fool's gold Fool's gold You'd better believe it