| [00:11.84] | Jeroboam dreamed a golden dream |
| [00:15.11] | Of golden lands and golden things |
| [00:18.57] | And ivory-colored feathered wings |
| [00:25.89] | |
| [00:32.20] | Voices in the honey breeze |
| [00:36.25] | Pushing on the honeybees |
| [00:39.71] | And shaping beds from fallen leaves |
| [00:46.64] | |
| [01:04.84] | The Writer showed him all of these |
| [01:08.36] | And filled his nose with pretty things |
| [01:11.90] | And let him taste of Eden's trees |
| [01:22.51] | |
| [01:40.28] | But in the Light came a warring sound |
| [01:43.98] | Of greedy blood on Hallowed Ground |
| [01:47.39] | Jeroboam and his heavy eyes made a civil war inside |
| [01:54.34] | His tongue stuck stiff behind his teeth |
| [01:57.75] | His voice got tangled in his grief |
| [02:01.36] | And Jeroboam made a thief. And Jeroboam made a thief |
| [02:15.65] | |
| [02:43.83] | So the Writer penned him a different tale |
| [02:47.36] | Where proud get caught in homemade sails |
| [02:50.86] | And crave the jewels on the wedding veil |
| [02:58.11] | |
| [03:05.00] | Jeroboam cried for more |
| [03:08.80] | Clutching at the temple torn |
| [03:12.07] | The Writer filled his hands with sores |
| [03:18.89] | |
| [03:27.10] | So arm yourselves with empty hands |
| [03:31.17] | When looking at the Promised Land |
| [03:34.11] | And find yourself a wealthy man. |