And I love her so.
I wouldn't trade her for gold.
Walking on moonbeams
I was born with a silver spoon.

Hell I'm gonna be me.
Gonna be free.
Walking on moonbeams
And staring out to sea.

And if a door be closed
Then a row of homes start building
And tear your curtains down
For sunlight is like gold.

Hell you better be you
Do what you can do.
Walking on moonbeams
And staring out to sea.

Cause if your skin was soil
How long do you think before they'd start digging.
And if your life was gold
How long do you think you'd stay living.

And I love her so.
I wouldn't trade her for gold.