Golden Streams

Golden stream, in the cold, it turns to ice
 Runs down my knees in fright
 Golden stream turns from warm to cold
 In frightful time, in the frozen dead of night
 The golden stone builds the golden road to heaven
 Held up high by golden streams of ice
 My golden bone meets the golden bun
 Buns held high in our dreams of men
 Golden streams of ice in the cold
 Hold up a city of gold that lives in broad daylight
 Two golden streams run down my cheeks
 When buns are deprived of my dreams of men
 I hold the golden bone on the golden road to heaven
 Held up high by golden streams of ice
 The golden bone belongs in golden bun
 Bone and bun held high in my dreams of us
 Golden wand waves down your golden rod
 Our gold held high in sunny breezy sky
 Then a stream of gold released from golden stone
 Erupts late at night and melts the winter ice
 Golden streams
 Golden streams
 Golden streams
 Golden streams
 Golden streams
 Golden streams
 Golden streams
 Golden streams
 Golden streams