Arum Rae Gold
I'm the wind
That hears you calling
I've come to carry you home
I'm the sky
That sees you wandering
Around your deserted throne
I'm the move
Written in stone
Not talking about worldly things
But soul
I'm not a trend
Or fair weather friend
To fade in the morning
I'll move to the country
And raise you your family
I'm not thinking about money, babe
We've got gold
Shining all around us
Golden Happiness