| Columbus sailed the ocean, at the age of seventeen | 
| And he must have had a vison, and he must have had a dream | 
| The wise men and the prophets, frozen in their ways | 
| Tried to turn him back again, as a way of saving face | 
| So they sent him out a message, and the message was so clear | 
| If you go chasing rainbows, you’re not welcome here | 
| And I heard he was a bad man, with his finger in the pie | 
| But they knew he’d be home again, there was something in his eyes | 
| And I’ve seen the veil of darkness, coming across the sky | 
| Rising in the east, where the sun used to shine | 
| Just when I get to thinkin', it’s all been a waste of time | 
| The most beautiful thing in the world, cuts this heart of mine | 
| Now poor old Mother Russia, couldn’t keep her children fed | 
| When she saw she couldn’t feed them, she walked the streets instead | 
| So Boris build a castle, with Joseph on the door | 
| To try to erase the memory, but their mother was a whore | 
| And the poor are always with us, I heard somebody said | 
| No matter how much you feed them, they’ll still be underfed | 
| One thing to remember, when evening the score | 
| There are none so equal as, those who was so poor | 
| And I’ve seen the veil of darkness, coming across the sky | 
| Rising in the east, where the sun used to shine | 
| Just when I get to thinkin', it’s all been a waste of time | 
| The most beautiful thing in the world, cuts this heart of mine | 
| Now you may be a sailor, or the pilot of a plane | 
| Riskin' your life and everything, for fortune and for fame | 
| Well you’re the kind of prophet, to put the world to rights | 
| But the trouble with your vision is, keepin' it in sight | 
| And I’ve seen the veil of darkness, coming across the sky | 
| Rising in the east, where the sun used to shine | 
| Just when I get to thinkin', it’s all been a waste of time | 
| The most beautiful thing in the world, cuts this heart of mine | 
| The most beautiful thing in the world, cuts this heart of mine |