Well, Loki, my baby, golden sunbeams are falling like rain.
Loki, my baby, catch all of it you can before it stops again.
Bring out your little pail, and out your little cup.
Set them upon the windowsill, and watch them both fill up.
Well, Loki, my baby, enjoy the sweet and golden rain.
Loki, my baby, ensure that every drop's contained.
These storms flow through your golden years,
before your world is filled with fears;
Where everything is simple, and you never spill your tears.
Well, Loki, my baby, our world is filled with blackened rain.
Loki, my baby, don't let them near your golden vein.
The precious little golden drops inside of you;
They try and rob that from you, too.
Well, Loki, my baby, the golden sunbeams cannot stay.
Loki, my baby, when it's gone you can go out to play.
If anything may happen, and I know it will happen, too,
I will always be there; the golden sunshine for you.
Well, Loki, my baby, I. Love. You.