I was alone when the light of the Moon said
Maybe you should build a road
Raised my shovel through the night to the dawn
Knew I should work until the dirt was gone
Prayed my thoughts they’d rest a while
Still they drift, like smoke, to a golden smile
Sure as rivers run they run

She’s come round in a silk-white gown
Trying to draw my eyes away
She’s come round in a silk-white gown
She’s trying to close them
Sing a sweet tune
Sweet as honey-dew
Someday the song’s gonna turn my head
But not today

Bathed in peach lamp light
I sat down to write
A novel or a poem or two
Words as fresh as February dew
But she’s twirling around the edge of my room
Humming her golden tune
I hum along for a moment
For a moment I wanted to

When a thirst came on I went to her place just for one
Life’s a faded book
She makes it look like the Sun in June
Like Hollywood
I want to swim in her river
I want to swim in her river just one more time
One more time
Every day until I die