Golden Age
Free as a sparrow, poor as a thief
I great the day with a sigh of relief
Oh love, oh love you've set the stage
Don't let me down with this golden age
Feet in the harbor, hands in the air
Thought that I could see the future I swear
Oh love, oh love don't turn the page
Don't turn your back on this golden age
Come back, oh come back, don't fall on me now
A thousand white horses brought us here somehow
Come back, oh come back, don't go away
We knew we'd both end up back here someday
Moon on the water had something to say
And I'm fighting this feeling to throw it away
Oh love, oh love it's hard to change
We're losing our grip on this golden age
Oh love, oh love it's hard to change
We're losing our grip on this golden age
Autor(es): Norma Lynn MacDonald
