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

Until true love is added to these handfuls of dust



Handful of dust, handful of dust

Sums up the richest and poorest of us

True love makes priceless the worthless

Whenever it's added to a handful of dust



However small though our worth may be

When shared between two hearts

Is even more 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



Handful of dust, handful of dust

Sums up the richest and poorest of us

True love makes priceless the worthless

Whenever it's added to a handful of dust



Handful of dust, handful of dust

Sums up the richest and poorest of us

True love makes priceless the worthless

Whenever it's added to a handful of dust