[GoldenChildren.mp3] rough demo
GOLDEN CHILDREN
Golden Children are climbing
In the branches of an apple tree
The boughs are so embracing
They fit so naturally
Too soon the blossoms disappear
As little apples start to grow
Who can hold unto their youth
When its time for youth to go
And any child who ever sat amid
The blossoms of an apple tree
Would know that being golden
Is the best way to be
Golden Children are drawing
Yellow suns with happy grins
See the sunspots on the apple
And the hidden star within
As starseeds flare out in space
Green sprouts beyond the lines
All freckles on a starry face
Are part of the great design
And any child who ever sat amid
The blossoms of an apple tree...
Golden Children are running
Through the strings of rain
Much like fingers strumming
The notes of an endless refrain
The sun makes a cameo appearance
Through an opening in the sky
And God sees every smile
Though the apple of his eye
© 2001 Stefan des Lauriers