Handful of dust, handfuls of dust,
True love makes perfect these handsfuls of dust

Well break us down by our elements,
And you might think He failed
We're not copper for one penny or even iron for one nail
And a dollar would be plenty to buy twenty of us
'Til true love is added to these handfuls of dust

A handful of dust, a handful of dust
Sums up the richest and poorest of us
And true love makes priceless the worthless
Whenever it is added to these hands fulls of dust

However small though our worth may be,
When shared between two hearts
Is ever more than it would ever be
Measured on it's own apart
And our half what it could be
Is now twice what it was
When true love is added to these hands fulls of dust

A handful of dust, a handful of dust
Sums up the richest and poorest of us
And true love makes priceless the worthless
Whenever it is added to these hands fulls of dust
Hands fulls of dust

Sums up the richest and poorest of us
And true love makes priceless the worthless
Whenever it is added to these hands fulls of dust