She is sugar and spice, And utterly fearless and adorably nice. She is sugar and spice, And utterly fearless and adorably nice.

But I secretly wait for one, Who loves me with that golden heart I am looking for. But I secretly wait for one, Who loves me with that golden heart I am looking...

The poem shows that silence is gold. The poem shows that silence is gold.

Beyond the silver hills There is a golden arc... Beyond the silver hills There is a golden arc...

As I walk, towards the golden sunset, Nothing to remember and nothing to forget. As I walk, towards the golden sunset, Nothing to remember and nothing to forg...

The time will come and pass away, whether you recognise or not. The time will come and pass away, whether you recognise or not.