For once there was a leprechaun wherever he may roam
For once there was a leprechaun that didn’t have a home
Once there was a pot of gold
Shiny, bright, and very old
Hidden by a willow tree behind a little stone
He wore a coat of leafy green
And patched up little shoes
He walked along the muddy roads
Still wet with morning dews
He talked to birds and bumblebees
And slept where he could hide
Beneath a cart, beside a fence,
Or near the riverside
He found the gold one afternoon
And thought his luck had grown
He laughed and danced around the tree
And claimed it for his own
He bought a loaf, a woolen scarf,
A blanket for the cold
But still the night felt dark and wide
In spite of all the gold
One evening as he sat alone
A girl came skipping by
She saw him there beside the road
And heard his little sigh
She said, “You look like you could use
A fire and something warm.
My mother’s soup is on the stove.
Come in out of the storm.”
He followed to the little house
And stood there by the door
They gave him bread, they gave him stew,
Then gave a little more
They listened to his funny tales
Till all the candles shone
And though he had no house before,
That night he had a home
So if you find a pot of gold
All shining in the sun
Remember gold can warm your hands
But not a lonely one
For coins can ring and coins can shine
And buy a coat or comb
But better than a pot of gold
Is finding you a home