Answer:
My sides are firmly laced about, Yet nothing is withinΝΎ You'll think my head is strange indeed, Being nothing else but skin.
What goes in the water black and comes out red?
In buckles or lace, they help set the pace. The farther you go, the thinner they grow.
In the night a mountain, in the morning a meadow.
I work when I play and play when I work.
I am the fountain from which no one can drink. For many I am considered a necessary link. Like gold to all I am sought for, but my continued death brings wealth for all to want more.