Each morning his face flushed as he remembered the boy's words, "I want that shovel. It's just like yours." And each morning he fell to his knees, extended his arms, then plunged his hands into the ... [+]
In the Golden light
I listen to our song
In the Golden light
Nothing is wrong
In the Golden light
You're here
In the Golden light
There's nothing to fear
In the golden light
Where day fades to night
You leave dusky kisses on my face, their fading light taking your place
I listen to our song
In the Golden light
Nothing is wrong
In the Golden light
You're here
In the Golden light
There's nothing to fear
In the golden light
Where day fades to night
You leave dusky kisses on my face, their fading light taking your place