Golden House - The Bilinda Butchers, Sarah P.

And now that it’s over I can feel free

To say all the things that you have done to me

Because I have a boy who loves to sing me songs

With tender heart I know that I’ve been all along

White flowers wilt when I would see his face

Abandoned dreams of love to find their place

With every bruise endured I would think of you

And I know I can’t break down

I can’t break down

To build, to build, to build

To build this Golden House

I pray, I pray, I pray to Heaven

Come back, to me, my tears are hidden

To build, to build

To build this Golden House

And I know I can’t break down

I can’t break down