Ben Harper and Ellen Harper - Memories of Gold

Days must be untangled
For years to be revealed
We've looked from every angle
With nothing left concealed

In the winter she wants to be dancer
In springtime she wants to be a scribe
In summer she wants to be a painter
Come autumn the mother of a child

Where the edge of the hill
Meets the end of the road
We make memories of gold
Our memories of gold
To have and to hold
Our memories of gold

Written by:
BEN C HARPER

Publisher:
Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find