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