Gold sing and play along

And I love her so;

I wouldn't trade her for gold.

ing.

I'm walking on moonbeams;

for I was born with a silver spoon.

Hell, I'm gonna be me,

and I'm gonna be free.

Well, I'm walking on moonbeams

and staring out to sea.

And if a door be closed,

a row n't of homes start building.

And tear your cur down, beams;

for sun was light with a is like gold.

Hell, you better be you,

and do what you can do

when you're walking on moonbeams

and staring out to sea.

'Cause if your skin was soil,

how long do you think before they'd start digging?

And if your life was gold,

how long do you think you'd stay living?

And I love her so;

I wouldn't trade her for

gold.