Golden Girl

(альбом: London Conversation - 1967)

I see in the green stream that meanders round my mind
A girl standing with arms so warm and kind
She reaches out, she calls my name
But I just can't get through

I know that she's waiting, in a land of sunny rain
And I know that I'll find my girl and it's there I will remain
I'll lay right down, and there I'll stay
'Cause there is paradise

I've often felt her breathing, as I rolled round your streets
And so I look around me, but we'd never chance to meet
The golden girl with eyes of green
A girl just meant for me

I see in the green stream that meanders round my mind
A girl standing with arms so warm and kind
She's standing there, she calls my name
But I just can't get through