memories of gold

Lyrics

days must be untangled, for years to be revealed, we've looked from every angle, with nothing left concealed, in the winter she wants to be dancer, in springtime she wants to be a scribe, in summer she wants to be a painter, come autumn the mother of a child, where the edge of the hill, meets the end of the road, we make memories of gold, our memories of gold, to have and to hold, our memories of gold