Palace is Golden
The palace is golden and the garden is green, our own food grows in the yard
But we aint' got no baby to share it with and this is proving hard
Has something in the water made a mess out of me that we ain't got no baby
Has something in the well made a mess out of me that we ain't got no child
Well we try and do it right almost every night, every trick and every vitamin we're told
In golden afternoons we're like loving spoons, just tell me where the damn things are sold
Has something in the water made a mess out of me that we ain't got no baby
Has something in the well made a mess out of me that we ain't got no child
Well we've been to the doctor with the cold cold hands, best not to lay those best laid plans
Nothing seems wrong but the hell inside of emptiness and vanished pride
But all the way back home we'll roll, we'll hide our tear stained eyes
Well may all the strollers roll, but empty yet is ours
I'll make a lullaby so woeful sad, I'll make the angels weep
The angels that guard our unborn child will cry themselves to sleep
And then with good faith and with glowing heart, I'll cure your sorrow deep
As I take my song to that cloudy crib and with our baby creep
And all the way back home will roll, we'll wipe our joyful eyes
Well may all the strollers roll but happiest is ours
The palace is golden and the garden is green our own food grows in the yard