OLD KING MIDAS


Old King Midas—he was sittin’ here right beside us
He was sad, he was old
You see, everything the man touched turned to gold

He was a poor old lonesome king
He didn’t know what his wish would bring
But, when he wished to be rich
Every time he did, his finger twitched

He touched a cherry—and lo behold
The cherry turned—from red to gold
He touched meat—sweet meat
It turned hard—he couldn’t eat the meat

Old King Midas—he was sittin’ here right beside us
He was sad, he was old
You see, everything the man touched turned to gold

He was a poor old lonesome king
He didn’t know what his wish would bring
But, when he wished to be rich
Every time he did, his finger twitched

He touched water—and what do you think?
It turned to gold—he had nothing to drink
He touched a bed—to cushion his feet
It turned hard—too hard for sleep

Old King Midas—he was sittin’ here right beside us
He was sad, he was old
You see, everything the man touched turned to gold

He was a poor old lonesome king
He didn’t know what his wish would bring
But, when he wished to be rich
Every time he did, his finger twitched

It serves him right for being so greedy
Because you know there are too many needy
He should have been so happy just to be a king
Instead of wanting—instead of wanting everything

Old King Midas—he was sittin’ here right beside us
He was sad, he was old
You see, everything the man touched turned to gold

He was a poor old lonesome king
He didn’t know what his wish would bring
But, when he wished to be rich
Every time he did, his finger twitched