Из альбома: Kiss the Tears Away
Slowly, slowly, walk the path,
And you might never stumble or fall
Slowly, slowly, walk the path,
And you might never fall in love at all
CHORUS:
Golden, golden, is her hair,
Like the morning sun over fields of corn
Golden, golden, is her love,
So sweet and clear and warm
Lonely, lonely, is the heart
That ne'er another can call its own
Lonely, lonely, lies the part
That has to live all alone
Wildly, wildly, beats the heart
With a rush of love like a mountain stream
Wildly, wildly, play your part
As free as a wild bird's dream