Paroles: Glen Hansard & Markéta Irglová. Gold.

And I love her so

I wouldn't trade her for gold

I'm walking on moon beams

I was born with a silver spoon

and I'm gonna be me

I'm gonna be free

I'm walking on moon beams

and staring out to sea



and if a door be closed

then a row of home , start building

and tear your curtains down

for sunlight is like gold

and you better be you

and do what you can do

when you're walking on moon beams

staring out to sea



Cause if your skin was soil

how long do you think b4 they'd start diggin'?

and if your life was gold

how long do you think you'd stay livin'?

Hey! 2x



And I love her so

I wouldn't trade her for gold