Lyrics:
You'll always be here,
under the moonlight and in my thoughts.
By the dockside
your golden hair shone bright
Two hearts sitting close by a new river,
I sit home and make flower bouquets and listen to Joni Mitchell
Try modulating and articulating all the feelings that I have for you
Dr. rock,
of golden apples from the golden apple tree
Flush with fertile seeds I give them all away for free
For this our people should be known throughout all history
bottle toads, eating golden olden oats
Towers are near you say, over the old old bed
Flowers float near you say, you’ll be my forever friend
White
Smoky autumn night,
Stars up in the sky,
I see the sailin' boats
Across the bay go by.
Eucalyptus trees hang above the street
And then I turn
, they must not waste away
For our time is like that flower and soon it will decay
And though by storms we're weakened, uncertainty is sure
And like
the dusty ones are from the forest
When the films in my mind, it's golden grainy girls sitting on the grass, topless
I'm standing by a Marshall stack, I got
Did you ever sleep in a bear pit
With apple cores and mice along?
Did you ever lay on ice and grit
Or search for a place where the wind was gone?
My Truly, Truly Fair
Guy Mitchell
Backed by Mitch Miller and his Orchestra
Written by Bob Merrill
Peaked at # 2 in 1951
Competing versions
petals
Gently falling down
From the flower of my lover's
Half open rosebud mouth
Love used to be the thirst, oh, and the quenching
The question in no
to the song in your head
Desert flower
Blonde hair and golden skin you're
Kissed by summer
I've never had a one like you
Desert flower
You're kissed by summer
roots sprout good leaves
And Erykah told me all about apple trees
Said she had some food for thought in a bag for me
I won’t rest 'till my sky is blue
Love to his singer held a glistening leaf,
And said: 'The rose-tree and the apple-tree
Have fruits to vaunt or flowers to lure the bee
And golden
hocus-pocus
My talent, my life, my golden
Take a walk through my garden
Look down at the flowers they're dipped in gold
The weak get devoured, I trip off
says bury them save them in the ground
Next year we'll count the ones that sprout
Acorn fever in the senior school
And the apple doesn't fall too far
to the heavens
A bowed head told to rise and breathe
Exhale in exultation
A windfall towards the victory
A golden apple bitten
Mana from powers on high
By muses
or wolfs bane?
Hm, late after your Cinderella pulsate and crash I was rotating casts
Picture if you will a witching hour on week night in the trenches
on marble
Now i progress at a clip, a red, fruity target
Press aim for my apple but are duped by my argot
Shy no more, as heads turn, heels click, shutters
Love to his singer held a glistening leaf
And said: The rose-tree and the apple-tree
Have fruits to vaunt or flowers to lure the bee
And golden
Again so high
Then again so low
Till it fell into a flower garden
Where no one's allowed to go
When a tipsy Gypsy lady
Dressed in yellow and green
By the street where the children play
We walked in the first place we could see
Servin' cold beer in the shade
We were drinkin' like the end was
may find my rest in Cropredy Church
In golden fields forever will spring the poppy flower
By Cropredy the Cherwell is still bidden to keep flowing
Spring…
Shining brightly in the golden sky
Spring…
All my dreams return again
Drops are dancing in the rain…
And the birds singing ballades in
"Well Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
'N' Mama said it was
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