Golden rain

The skies are gloomy and cold

I'm longing for rain of gold

I want a big horn to hold

And all my love to unfold

I'm playing my leather flute

I want this pain to mute

Sometimes I start to believe but

I'm feel discomfort in my butt

Oh golden rain

Wash my pain away

You pour on my face again

This golden rain will gutter

Right down my weary spine

And I will be hard, like diamond-cutter

And tall, like forest pine

That very day, cloak your mate

So he could fight in armor

Don't hesitate, open my gate

And come into my parlor

Oh golden rain

Wash my pain away

You pour on my face again