Morning Gold
Words to another song I wrote years ago.
Morning Gold
Morning Gold was special to me,
and I'm told she was something to see.
Bought and sold, she could never be free:
Morning Gold is better off dead.
Once a week, she'd have me for tea.
Cheek to cheek, we were close as can be.
Scared to speak, I got down on my knee:
Morning Gold is better off dead.
All she ever wanted was a place to call her own,
knitting while she's sitting by the fire.
All she ever needed was a voice across the phone,
but she kept getting hung-up on the wire.
She said, "No!", but I told her she should.
She said, "Go!", but I stayed where I stood.
And, you know, just like "Norwegian Wood",
Morning Gold is better off....
Morning Gold
Morning Gold was special to me,
and I'm told she was something to see.
Bought and sold, she could never be free:
Morning Gold is better off dead.
Once a week, she'd have me for tea.
Cheek to cheek, we were close as can be.
Scared to speak, I got down on my knee:
Morning Gold is better off dead.
All she ever wanted was a place to call her own,
knitting while she's sitting by the fire.
All she ever needed was a voice across the phone,
but she kept getting hung-up on the wire.
She said, "No!", but I told her she should.
She said, "Go!", but I stayed where I stood.
And, you know, just like "Norwegian Wood",
Morning Gold is better off....
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