For all of the gold stars in the sky,
for all of the wind caressed seas,
for all of the emerald nations,
I would never take for thee.
For there in that many colored field,
with its many colored flowers,
I will build for you a palace,
and give you all within my power.
Although in terms of wealth
I am deeply in want and poor,
but in our palace I will adorn your hand
with jewels till you want no more.
There, the gold showers
will play with our hair,
and the zephyr soft and sweet
will breath away your cares.
You and I will live in that place—
we will be that place—
we will never leave that place—
death has already sent you to that place.