When the sun is going down
I see golden all around
Golden windows, golden skies
Golden in my true love's eyes
Red and yellow, green and brown
The colors of the horses on the merry-go-round
Silver dreams can be found
To pa** rings on the merry-go-round
The face of d**h is pale and worn
The heart of d**h is cold
You need me with these things to think upon
As I'm growing only old
Love is a child born to you
With a hunger warm and fine
Tiny little hands, tender little mouth
Love is not a child of mine