
In the golden hour
magic light streams brightly through
my clouds of the day
Come away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o

In the golden hour
magic light streams brightly through
my clouds of the day

Little pearl landed
washed up, beached for evermore
craving the ocean

dancing white daisies
pretty petals curling down
June ballerinas

Racing from the storm
a speedy thrash of paddle
takes them safely home

Not a soul to be seen
as the path wanders and winds
the naked landscape

Beauty rarely seen
as precious as amethyst
bathed in meadow light

Sprinkled with rain drops
bold,brash, bursting with passion
petals of desire

A lovers spring walk
hand in hand through greenery
fresh as their romance