Hope this'll save you the trouble, Dan Evergreen. An unusual song, and Jean lists it as 'Trad.' I can't help you with the chords, though.

WHO SHALL COUNT FOR THEE
(Rosie Hardman)

Rich in gold thou art; in thy hand is plenty.
Silver is thy store, and yet thy heart is empty.
Who shall count for thee, and what shall be the measure?
What in time shall prove to be thy greatest treasure?

Rich in pride and fame, dearly has it cost thee.
Noted is thy name, and yet thy friends have lost thee.
Who shall count for thee, and what shall be the measure?
What in time shall prove to be thy greatest treasure?

Rich in silks and fine coats of softest leather,
Yet can they the storm of friendless trouble weather?
Who shall count for thee, and what shall be the measure?
What in time shall prove to be thy greatest treasure?

Rich in music sweet, strings and voice combining,
Yet bitter is thy tongue, by foes and friends aligning.
Who shall count for thee, and what shall be the measure?
What in time shall prove to be thy greatest treasure?

Rich in loving poured like a rain upon thee,
Not for love's reward, but angry glances from thee;
Yet I shall count for thee unto the fullest measure.
Constancy shall prove by friends thy greatest treasure.