Gold and Silver - Mary Hopkin

Dying for the moment

When you liken beside me

Taste the salt of tears

The thought that never ends

Gold and Silver

Run your river

Deep inside me

Gold and silver stream

Glistens in my hand

Gild me, gild to me

Your gold and silver

Gild me, Gild to me,

Your gold and silver

Too long, apart

Our love is growing stronger

Two hearts, two souls

Run into all

Too soon, too fast

Our love is thinning over

I want you now

to take me down.

Gild me, gild to me.

Your gold and silver

Gild me, gild to me,

Your gold and silver.