Truly Golden - Wovenhand

I wait for her to speak for me

The rule is truly golden

I am spoken for

A drifting day on my own

he does chastize these bones

He gives a womans touch

A drifting day alone

He does chastize his own

He gives a womans touch

We are all pleased to dwell

With me

With me

Out of their goodness

And over my head

A burning coal of kindness

Over my head

Over my head

I spin with the world

But it is no help to me

I sleep in this chair like a stone

A yellow flower has grown

He does chastize his own love

He gives a womans touch

To spin with the world

It is no help to me

I walk the creeking floors of this home

Where a yellow flower has grown

He does chastize his own love

He gives a womans touch