What Do You Want? What do you want with lots of loot, What do you want with more? In gaining millions what does it boot An already abundant store? The happiest man alive is he With a plain though ample fare, A humble cot and a lowly lot And a heart that's free from care. You can't have everything, you know, And a natural law provides The more your worldly fortunes grow You get more care besides; And some rich men have a miser's soul, And out of a boundless store Get far less joy than the poor little boy Who's given a brand new taw. And some rich men have a son that roams In fields that the wise condemn; And some are rich, but have childless homes, And what is their wealth to them? For the lasting love of a kindred heart And the pleasure that comes of health, And the calm we find in a peaceful mind Are not to be bought by wealth! And happiness cannot be bought at all, Beyond all price or charge, Your share may be large if your wealth is small, And small though your wealth be large. So rest content if your fate should send A plain but an ample fare, And a humble cot and a lowly lot And a heart that's free from care!