Golden - Andrew Combs

Golden, golden, child of mine

A touch of green, feathers fine

Rare is the notion, sweet is the potion

Bird of youth, teach her to fly

One foot in front of the other, that’s right

She might slip, but she’s reaching for the light

Golden, golden, blue eyed girl

Your mama’s touch in a wild world

I’m taking note of what’s taking place

She’s learning how to shine each and every day

One foot in front of the other

I’ll be right here, if there’s too much ground to cover

And the leaves fall all around her

And the trees tower above her

With wisdom in their stare

And flowers in her hair

Always golden

One foot in front of the other, that’s right

She might sleep, but she’s reaching for the light

And the leaves fall all around her

And the trees tower above her

With wisdom in their stare

And flowers in her hair

Always golden

Forever golden