A Handful of Dust

Handful of dust, handfuls of dust
True love makes perfect these handfuls 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 20 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 handfuls of dust

However, small though our worth may be
When shared between two hearts
Is evermore than it would ever be
Measured on its own apart
And our half what it could be is now twice what it was
When 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

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 handfuls of dust