If I was the gold, If I was the rust If I was the gale blowing up the dust I would rather be simple and pure Elemental being of this much I'm sure If I was the water, creeping on the shore If I was the island, bursting with growth I would rather be simple and pure Elemental being of this much I'm sure If I was the ember, the ash upon the clay If I was worthless would you let me stay I would rather be simple and pure An elemental being of this much I'm sure