Gold (A Cappella)

And I love her so;
I wouldn’t trade her for gold.
I’m walking on moonbeams.
I was born with a silver spoon.
And I’m gonna be me.
I’m gonna be free.
I’m walking on moonbeams
And staring out to sea.
And if a door be closed,
Then a road for home start building.
And tear your curtains down
For sunlight is like gold.
And you’d better be you
And do what you can do.
When you’re walking on moonbeams,
And staring out to see.