Golden Salamander - Strawbs
The bird had silver wings my friends
And reached out for the sky;
It found its wings were broken
It had lost the right to fly
The pink-eyed salamander
Changed its colours for the day;
It changed from white to purest gold
And left the stag at bay
Now I am but a poor man
In the apple blossom state
I choose to fly where'er I please
The stag must needs a mate
My golden salamander
You must take me as I am
I cannot change my colours
I am but a simple man
The golden salamander
Had become the rite of spring;
The silver bird made promises
That scarcely meant a thing;
They told the wicked huntsman
Where the stag had run to rest
Now the elderly survivor
Knew this was not for the best;
He opened up his heart
And prayed for peace for all mankind
He asked a fortune teller
But found out that she was blind
My golden salamander
You must take me as I am
I cannot change my colours
I am but a simple man
The clouds were passing over
There was little sign of rain;
The sun was slowly rising
From its slumberdown again
The stag had run to cover
In a copse beside the lake;
The huntsman broke the silence
And the birds began to wake
The fortune teller smiled
As the survivor spoke of fate
He thanked her for her interest
But knew it was too late
My golden salamander
You must take me as I am
I cannot change my colours
I am but a simple man
