Honey, it looks better over the mountain, Climb up and look. Lush green grass blossoming elegant fountains, Bright blue flowing along the brook.
It's only gloomy on this side, The grim aroma of death lingers around. Anybody you've ever loved has died. Shades of gray find this place as a breeding ground.
Cross over to the other side, Climb right and take pride. Until you take the wrong foothold, Suddenly you're not so bold.
You've met the death of your peers, The ones beside you are the ones you lost over the years. Your body now lay there, cold. Sugar, that's why the other side is called Fool's Gold.