Thursday Thirteen No. 24: 'Golden, Golden'

My musical tastes move through seasonal mood swings. March always brings on an appetite for Andy Stewart and Silly Wizard. My husband and I saw Stewart perform at some remote nature center in a Connecticut village long before our daughter was born. The space was small and the music, alive. The evening felt like a seisun in a Cork pub. Stewart is all magic and romance and fun. Here are the 13 lines of lyrics to "Golden, Golden," one only he he can do well:

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.

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 yhat has to live all alone.

Golden, golden, is her hair, like the morning sun over fields of corn.
Golden, golden, is her love, so sweet and clear and warm.

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

Golden, golden, is her hair, like the morning sun over fields of corn.
Golden, golden, is her love, so sweet and clear and warm.
Golden, golden, is her hair, like the morning sun over fields of corn.

Thursday Thirteen