Poor as paupers, proud as kings,
All we do is aim for better things.
That finger, finger of faith comes out and touches me,
It`s better, better late than never for honesty,
That sender, go and send yourself another dream.
Go and send yourself away, go and dream,
Go and dream, go and send yourself away.
Poor as paupers, proud as kings,
All we do is aim for better things.
Your so tender, tender eyes,
release that golden view.
It`s simple, simple friendship,
flowers are passed to you,
Your picture, picture perfect,
pathways are laid for you.
Go and send yourself away, go and dream,
Go and dream, go and send yourself away.
Poor as paupers, proud as kings,
All I do is aim for better things
