Golden, Golden

Stewart

Slowly slowly walk the path

And you might never stumble or fall.

Slowly slowly walk the path

And you might never fall in love at all.

Lonely lonely is the heart

That ne'er another can call its own.

Lonely lonely lies the part

That has to live all alone.

Wildly wildly beats the heart

With a rush of love like a mountain stream.

Wildly wildly play your part

As free as a wild bird's dream

Golden golden is her hair

Like the morning sun over fields of corn.

Golden golden is her love

So sweet and clear and warm.