Handfuls of Dust

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

Handfuls of dust, handfuls of dust
Sums up the richest and the poorest of us
But true love makes priceless the worthless
Whenever it is added
To these handfuls of dust

However small though our worth may be
Whеn shared between two hearts
Is еver more than it would ever be
Measured on its own apart
And our half of what it could be
Is now twice what it was
When true love is added
To these handfuls of dust

Handfuls of dust, handfuls of dust
Sums up the richest and the poorest of us
But true love makes priceless the worthless
Whenever it is added
To these handfuls of dust

True love makes priceless the worthless
Whenever it is added
To these handfuls of dust