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