There's a mountain
and it's mighty high
You can not see the top
unless you fly
There's a molehill
of proven ground
And nowhere to go
if you hang around
Everybody wants to sell
what's already been sold
Everybody wants to tell
what's already been told
What's the use of money
if you ain't gonna
break the mould
Even at the centre of the fire
there is cold
All that glitters ain't gold
All that glitters ain't gold
There's an ocean
of despair
There are people
living there
They're unhappy
each and every day
But hell is not a fashion
so what you trying to say
Everybody wants to sell
what's already been sold
Everybody wants to tell
what's already been told
What's the use of money
if you ain't gonna
break the mould
Even at the centre of the fire
there is cold
All that glitters ain't gold
Na, na
All that glitters ain't gold
Na, na
There's a lady
ninety nine years old
Yes she led a good life
heaven takes her soul
That's a theory
and if you don't
want to know
Step aside and make
a way for those
who want to go
Everybody wants to sell
what's already been sold
Everybody wants to tell
what's already been told
What's the use of being young
if you ain't gonna get old
Even at the centre of the fire
there is cold
All that glitters ain't gold
No, no, no..
No, no, no..
All that glitters ain't gold
All that glitters
All that glitters
All that glitters, ain't gold