Golden

I see my father, standing there

He looks worried, worn with care

As I've never known him to be

He looks so tired and scared to me

Not at all royal and strong

I wonder, what could be wrong

And he whispers:

Gold, gold, curse the gold

Cold, cold, curse the cold

Oh to be rid of gold and cold

Back to warm and back to dull

Curse the gold and cold

He needs comfort, this I know

I start forward, I love him so

He backs away, scared of me?

I, his daughter? Why would he be?

I reach forward, eager to hold

And suddenly, all is cold

And I know:

Gold, gold, I am gold

Cold, cold, I am cold

To be gold is to be cold

I miss warm and I miss dull

I am gold and cold

My eyes are metal, I am blind

I've never felt cold of this kind

Frozen by my father, king

Made a still and shiny thing

But then, I am flesh once more

I see my loving father sure



And I sing:

Gold, gold, free of gold

Cold, cold, free of cold

Now no longer gold or cold

Back to warm and back to dull

Free of gold and cold