Intro:
Verse
D Am7 D
With his fool's gold stacked up all around him
D Am7 D
From a killing in the market on the war
A G D G
The children left King Midas there, as they found him
D Am7 D
In his counting house where nothing counts but more
A G D
And he thought he heard the echos of a penny whistle band
A G D
And the laughter from a distant caravan
A G D G
And the brightly painted line of circus wagons in the sand
D C* C/B* C* D
Fading through the door into summer
D Am7 D
Well, it's travel onto "maybe next year" 's places
D Am7 D
As a trade-in for a name upon the door
A G D G
And he pays for every year he cannot buy back with his tears
D Am7 D
As he finds out there's been no one keeping score
Chorus (X2)
Chorus (X2)