Fortune smiles upon the faithful lover,
In whose heart lay the philosopher’s stone.
Faith my love like the myth of the clover.
Do captured leprechauns give gold over
To those lost skeptics of fantasy’s throne?
Fortune smiles upon the faithful lover.
Without faith what is left to discover?
Luck charm of four leaves you seek: there are none.
Faith my love like the myth of the clover.
It would be false to trust none above her.
This is the land where love has come undone, though
Fortune smiles upon the faithful lover.
There’s not much ground I have left to cover
Wheels of my heart grind faith to dust of bones
Faith my love like the myth of the clover.
In the listless air desperate hearts hover
Whirling in the desire for their own.
Fortune smiles upon the faithful lover
Faith my love, like the myth of the clover.
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