[intro] [scratch] [instrumental] Mother, I humble myself before gold, He is my lover and my beloved, For,being so utterly enamored, He goes about perpetually yellow. And whether a doubloon or a simple coin, He accomplishes all that I desire. A mighty lord Is Sir Money. [scratch] [instrumental] He is born honored in the Indies, Where all the world accompanies him. He comes to die in Spain, And in Genoa is buried. And yet,he who keeps him close Is handsome,even if he is fierce. A mighty lord Is Sir Money. [scratch] [instrumental] His parents are high-born, And he is of noble descent, Because in the veins of the Orient All blood is Royal. And since he is the one who makes equal The rich man and the beggar, A mighty lord Is Sir Money. [scratch] [instrumental] Who is not amazed To see in his boundless glory, That the lowliest of his house Is Lady Blanche of Castile? But since his strength humbles Both the coward and the warrior, A mighty lord Is Sir Money. [scratch] [instrumental] So great is his majesty, Although his sufferings are many, That even when cut into quarters, He does not lose his quality. But since he grants authority To the farmhand and the day laborer, A mighty lord Is Sir Money. [scratch] [instrumental] They are worth more in any land (Just see how very shrewd he is!) His escudos in peace, Than round shields in war. For he drives out the native-born And makes the foreigner at home. A mighty lord Is Sir Money. [scratch] [instrumental] [outro]
