Roses and Gold

Moonshine, oh, cover me in moonshine

And I'll fill your cup with sentimental tales of raspberry wine

'Cause I've been singin' these cowboy tears since we came to an end

And I'm writing snake oil poems and drinkin' alabast gin

Like a kite in the wind

Oh, I'm caught in a spin

I'm out on a limb

Sweet dreams, oh, cover me in sweet dreams

And I'll paint you a story of roses and gold and bittersweet things

It's time to say hello to these lonesome lullabies

And ride into the story of a new sunrise

And may our river of tears

Wash away all our fears

And make it perfectly clear

Sweet pie, oh, Mama make me some sweet pie

Fill it with whatever makes it better and will cause these eyes to dry

And I pray to Mother Mary, Great Spirit, and the Holy Fool

That we listen to each other and take heed of the golden rule

That you do unto me

What I do unto you

And we both see it through

Soft grace, oh, cover me in soft grace

And I'll fashion you a cup of forgiveness, and gypsum, and nettle, and lace

'Cause this poetry that you've put inside my heart

Rattles like a '57 engine about to start

Like a kite in the wind

Oh, I'm caught in a spin

I'm out on a limb

Rain dance, oh, do a little rain dance

Call in the lightning and the thunder to wash away this sorrowful trance

And we'll bath in rose petal fire while the will-o'-the-wisp sing

And purify our eyes with water from the holy spring

And in the days that were old

May the story that's told

Be man of roses and gold