Break us down by our elements and you might think he failed   We're not copper for one penny or even iron for one nail   And a dollar would be plenty to buy twenty of us   Until true love is added to these handfuls of dust      Handful of dust, handful of dust   Sums up the richest and poorest of us   True love makes priceless the worthless   Whenever it's added to a handful of dust      However small though our worth may be when shared between two hearts   Is even more than it would ever be, measured on its own apart   And our half what it could be is now twice what it was   When true love is added to these handfuls of dust      Handful of dust, handful of dust   Sums up the richest, poorest of us   True love makes priceless the worthless   Whenever it's added to a handful of dust      Handful of dust, handful of dust   Sums up the richest, poorest of us   True love makes priceless the worthless   Whenever it's added to a handful of dust