I wandered down to Galway bay
Where shadows danced in the light of day
Old Séan whispered in the fading glow
"Fool's gold. Lad, Where the wild winds blow."

He spoke of mountains and emerald streams
Of Banshee's cries and the light of dreams
In the emerald hills where legends rise
Fool's gold gleams under misty skies

Oh
Fool's gold
Fool's gold was gone
Beneath the heather and the cold
In the emerald hills where legends rise
Fool's gold gleams under misty skies
Oh
Fool's gold
Fool's gold
In the tales the ancients told
Chasing dreams
We'd been sold

Through bogs and brambles
I tread my way
The cries of Cú Chulainn's ghost did sway
I found a glint in a mossy fold
But in my hands
Was cold fool's gold

The leprechaun laughed
His eyes so clear
"Fool, You'll find no fortune here
For hearts of gold can't be bought or sold
It's stories that stay
Not the fool's gold."

Oh
Fool's gold
Fool's gold was gone
Beneath the heather and the cold
In the emerald hills where legends rise
Fool's gold gleams under misty skies
Oh
Fool's gold
Fool's gold
In the tales the ancients told
Chasing dreams
We'd been sold