A lie to say, "O my mountain has coal veins and beds to
dig. 
500 men with axes and they all dig for me." 
A lie to say, "O my river where many fish do swim, 
half of the catch is mine when you haul your nets in." 
Never will he believe that his greed is a blinding ray. 
No devil or redeemer will cheat him. 
He'll take his gold to where he's lying cold. 

A lie to say, "O my mine gave a diamond as big as a
fist." 
But with every gem in his pocket, the jewels he has missed. 
A lie to say, "O my garden is growing taller by the
day." 
He only eats the best and tosses the rest away. 
Never will he be believe that his greed is a blinding ray. 
No devil or redeemer can cheat him. 
he'll take his gold to where he's lying cold. 
Six deep in the grave. 

Something is out of reach 
something he wanted 
something is out of reach 
he's being taunted 
something is out of reach 
that he can' beg or steal nor can he buy 

his oldest pain 
and fear in life 
there'll not be time 
his oldest pain 
and fear in life 
there'll not be time 

A lie to say "O my forest has trees that block the sun 
and when I cut them down I don't answer to anyone." 
No, no, never will he believe that his greed is a blinding ray 
no devil or redeemer can cheat him. 
He'll take his gold where he's lying cold.