| Song | A Campfire Song |
| Artist | 10,000 Maniacs |
| Album | Trilogy |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| A lie to say, "O my mountain has coal veins and beds to dig | |
| 500 men with axes and they all dig for me" | |
| A lie to say, "O my river where many fish do swim | |
| Half of the catch is mine when you haul your nets in" | |
| Oh no never will he believe that | |
| His greed has a blinding ray | |
| No devil or redeemer will cheat him | |
| He'll take his gold to where he's lying cold | |
| A lie to say, "O my mine gave a diamond big as a fist | |
| But with every gem in his pocket, the jewels he has missed†| |
| A lie to say, "O my garden is growing taller by the day | |
| He only eats the best and tosses the rest away†| |
| Oh no never will he believe that | |
| His greed has a blinding ray | |
| No devil or redeemer can cheat him | |
| He'll take his gold where he's lying cold | |
| Six deep in the grave | |
| (His oldest pain and fear in life) | |
| Something is out of reach | |
| Something he wanted | |
| (There'll not be time) | |
| (His oldest pain and fear in life) | |
| Something is out of reach | |
| He's being taunted | |
| (There'll not be time, oh no) | |
| Something is out of reach | |
| (Hey, hey) | |
| That he can't beg or steal | |
| (Nor can he buy) | |
| A lie to say "O my forest has trees that block the sun | |
| And when I cut them down I don't answer to anyone" | |
| No, no, no, never will he believe that | |
| His greed has a blinding ray | |
| No devil or redeemer can cheat him | |
| Take his gold where he's lying cold | |
| La la la la la la | |
| La la la la la la | |
| Oh, la la la, la la la la la la la | |
| Love me, love me, love me, love me now |
| A lie to say, " O my mountain has coal veins and beds to dig | |
| 500 men with axes and they all dig for me" | |
| A lie to say, " O my river where many fish do swim | |
| Half of the catch is mine when you haul your nets in" | |
| Oh no never will he believe that | |
| His greed has a blinding ray | |
| No devil or redeemer will cheat him | |
| He' ll take his gold to where he' s lying cold | |
| A lie to say, " O my mine gave a diamond big as a fist | |
| But with every gem in his pocket, the jewels he has missed | |
| A lie to say, " O my garden is growing taller by the day | |
| He only eats the best and tosses the rest away | |
| Oh no never will he believe that | |
| His greed has a blinding ray | |
| No devil or redeemer can cheat him | |
| He' ll take his gold where he' s lying cold | |
| Six deep in the grave | |
| His oldest pain and fear in life | |
| Something is out of reach | |
| Something he wanted | |
| There' ll not be time | |
| His oldest pain and fear in life | |
| Something is out of reach | |
| He' s being taunted | |
| There' ll not be time, oh no | |
| Something is out of reach | |
| Hey, hey | |
| That he can' t beg or steal | |
| Nor can he buy | |
| A lie to say " O my forest has trees that block the sun | |
| And when I cut them down I don' t answer to anyone" | |
| No, no, no, never will he believe that | |
| His greed has a blinding ray | |
| No devil or redeemer can cheat him | |
| Take his gold where he' s lying cold | |
| La la la la la la | |
| La la la la la la | |
| Oh, la la la, la la la la la la la | |
| Love me, love me, love me, love me now |
| A lie to say, " O my mountain has coal veins and beds to dig | |
| 500 men with axes and they all dig for me" | |
| A lie to say, " O my river where many fish do swim | |
| Half of the catch is mine when you haul your nets in" | |
| Oh no never will he believe that | |
| His greed has a blinding ray | |
| No devil or redeemer will cheat him | |
| He' ll take his gold to where he' s lying cold | |
| A lie to say, " O my mine gave a diamond big as a fist | |
| But with every gem in his pocket, the jewels he has missed | |
| A lie to say, " O my garden is growing taller by the day | |
| He only eats the best and tosses the rest away | |
| Oh no never will he believe that | |
| His greed has a blinding ray | |
| No devil or redeemer can cheat him | |
| He' ll take his gold where he' s lying cold | |
| Six deep in the grave | |
| His oldest pain and fear in life | |
| Something is out of reach | |
| Something he wanted | |
| There' ll not be time | |
| His oldest pain and fear in life | |
| Something is out of reach | |
| He' s being taunted | |
| There' ll not be time, oh no | |
| Something is out of reach | |
| Hey, hey | |
| That he can' t beg or steal | |
| Nor can he buy | |
| A lie to say " O my forest has trees that block the sun | |
| And when I cut them down I don' t answer to anyone" | |
| No, no, no, never will he believe that | |
| His greed has a blinding ray | |
| No devil or redeemer can cheat him | |
| Take his gold where he' s lying cold | |
| La la la la la la | |
| La la la la la la | |
| Oh, la la la, la la la la la la la | |
| Love me, love me, love me, love me now |