Golden Golden

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