One would believe in simple means Some would believe it possible Others feel it won't be seen For none believe in miracles Some give a diamond for a stone Some give a stone for a diamond Some keep all things for their own And some remain in silence There once lived a girl in a simpler time With night-like hair and skin so white Wherever she went, everyone she'd tell "What appears as mine, 'tis thine as well" So she went through the world giving all she had Never feeling the need to claim it back Everyone she'd meet would befall her spell "What appears as mine, 'tis thine as well" Counting the days of a shortening life Living the ways of a nursery rhyme Humming the tune of a ringing bell What appears as mine, 'tis thine as well One would believe in simple means Some would believe it possible Others feel it won't be seen For none believe in miracles Some give a diamond for a stone Some give a stone for a diamond Some keep all things for their own And some remain in silence