Until true love is added to these handfuls of dust
And a dollar would be plenty to buy twenty of us
Is even more than it would ever be, measured on its own apart
However small though our worth may be when shared between two hearts
Handful of dust, handful of dust
True love makes priceless the worthless
Handful of dust, handful of dust
True love makes priceless the worthless
And our half what it could be is now twice what it was
Handful of dust, handful of dust
True love makes priceless the worthless
Sums up the richest and poorest of us
Whenever it's added to a handful of dust
When true love is added to these handfuls of dust
Sums up the richest, poorest of us
Whenever it's added to a handful of dust
Sums up the richest, poorest of us
