Fragments: Golden Song/Merry-Go-Round/Love Is A Child - Linda Ronstadt, Stone Poneys

When the sun is going down

I see golden all around

Golden windows, golden skies

Golden in my true love’s eyes

Red and yellow, green and brown

The colors of the horses on the merry-go-round

Silver dreams can be found

To pass rings on the merry-go-round

The face of death is pale and worn

The heart of death is cold

You need me with these things to think upon

As I’m growing only old

Love is a child born to you

With a hunger warm and fine

Tiny little hands, tender little mouth

Love is not a child of mine