The Tide of Wealth Songtext / Lyric

Clive Nolan
The Tide of Wealth Lyrics
A chance like this is a gift from God
Never scrimp never save, never take that job
You’ll have power you’ll have strength
You can pander to yourself
With a never-ending tide of wealth You can walk with pride
With more cash than you can bear
You can buy yourself a palace, or a crown

Mercenary 1:
Or more hair!

Mercenary 2:
I could sail away

Mercenary 3:
Change my clothing everyday

King:
With a never-ending tide of wealth…

Chorus:
La la la… with a never-ending tide of wealth

King:
A chance like this is a rare event
Never bow, never scrape
This is heaven sent
You’ll have influence and wit
You can reinvent yourself
With a never-ending tide of wealth

You can stand so tall as you shine in the crowd
Your riches open doors…

Mercenary 4:
Could it make me well-endowed

Mercenary 5:
I could learn to read and write

Mercenary 6:
I would gamble every night!

King:
With a never-ending tide of wealth…

Chorus:
La la la… with a never-ending tide of wealth

Milosh:
Wait!
Demonstrate this alchemy
And flaunt the laws of nature
I pray you tell the truth if you cling to any future
There’s a dagger for the liar that endeavors any ruse
I am watching you Professor
I can see your every move
I am watching you Professor
I am checking every move you make

King:
There’s no need for you to doubt – the truth will out
Already it is clear, the final change is near
I offer to you now the stuff of hopes untold

King, Gardelle, Eva & Amelia:
Here!

King:
Before your very eyes

King, Gardelle, Eva & Amelia:
Here!

King:
This lead has turned to gold!

Milosh:
GOLD!!!

King:
So – A chance like this is a gift from God
Never scrimp never save, never take that job
You’ll have power, you’ll have strength
You can pander to yourself
With a never-ending tide of wealth

There’s no end to the quantity of coins in your bank

Amelia:
But always keep in mind you have alchemy to thank

Milosh:
We’ll be drawing gold from a never-ending well

King:
With a pinch of this powder
You guarantee yourselves
A never-ending tide of wealth…

King & Chorus:
La la la… with a never-ending tide of wealth

King: Amelia, William…go now! We will meet you at the harbor…
Amelia: Good hick!