Ah! Sweet money
Nothing less than honey
Burying worries like death
Bringing joy unlike death
Who says there is life without you?
Who drinks sweet wine without you?
Who leads people without you?
Who is honoured without you?
Did you say Jesus?
Is he drinkable?
Crown of thorns, ha! King?
Disgraced on carpenters cross?
Dine, wine and merry with me
Money sings all songs
All tunes, it provides for me
Money moves all tongues
All languages, it speaks for me
Ah! Sweet money lets plan sunrise
You rich fool! Sleep firm and rise no more
Mr. Money! Wake him at sunup for more
If you can.
I, the Carpenter have spoken.
