When I was a little boy
I had a collection of nickels
And the reverses were big and bold
A neoclassical feel
To the touch of my fingers
A greatness I'd proudly hold
I never knew
The man inside
He built a home Clever and fine
Contraptions and pulleys
Visual trickery
Inventions and clocks for the time
At Monticello, I experience the clever quirks of a brilliant mind
At Monticello, I experience the clever ideas still bursting to life
A complex, intricate, powerful design, a three-story house disguised as two
At Monticello, I experience the clever inside of the coins I once clung to
It wakes me alive
Its shapes and its skylights
Soft sun shining in
From the octagon room
To the dome and the cellar
The guide is a gripping storyteller
At Monticello, I experience the clever quirks of a brilliant mind
At Monticello, I experience the clever ideas still bursting to life
A complex, intricate, powerful design, a three-story house disguised as two
At Monticello, I experience the clever inside of the coins I once clung to
In that old, well worn, metallic picture
I thought the building was even bigger
But that's the illusion that Jefferson wanted
It took forty years to complete
And was later stamped on currency
I rounded up like no big deal
At Monticello, I experience the clever quirks of a brilliant mind
At Monticello, I experience the clever ideas still bursting to life
A complex, intricate, powerful design, a three-story house disguised as two
At Monticello, I experience the clever, the clever
At Monticello, I experience the clever quirks of a brilliant mind
At Monticello, I experience the clever ideas still bursting to life
A complex, intricate, powerful design, a three-story house disguised as two
At Monticello, I experience the clever inside of the coins I once clung to