The treasures of life you cannot see or touch
Are the things we all hold highest as ideal
So we pay the cost no matter how much.

Worldly matters like debt, toil, loss and such
Are the things most think of as being real,
The treasures of life you cannot see or touch.

To our bosom we hold these in iron clutch
With the strength of tempered steel
So we pay the cost no matter how much.

Scrabbling like mad rabbits in our own hutch
Before the altar of the immediate we kneel,
The treasures of life you cannot see or touch.

Skipping like children playing Double Dutch
We ignore the things we are meant to feel,
So we pay the cost no matter how much.

While our inner lives are meant to be nonesuch -
And the worldy was meant to merely reveal,
The treasures of life you cannot see or touch
So we pay the cost no matter how much.