Love of Gold

The story of us
Is better left forgotten for now

Yet the story of us
Ended up in folklore somehow

I do not recall
The day I fell for you at all

Hold my hand
Let our fingers fill their folds
Like a love of old
Hold my hand
Let our fingers grow old
Like a love of gold

The story of us
Is better left remembered in books
As the story of us
Isn't quite as picture perfect
As it looks

But I do not recall
A day I did not love you at all

Hold my hand
Let our fingers fill their folds
Like a love of old
Hold my hand
Let our fingers grow old
Like a love of gold

Oh!
A hand to hold
In the winter it's so cold
I begin to feel the snow
Fall down on my forehead
But my hands stay cold
When I'm too shy say hello

Hold my hand
Let our fingers fill their folds
Like a love of old
Hold my hand
Let our fingers grow old
Like a love of gold
Hold my hand
Let our fingers fill their folds
Hold my hand
Let our fingers grow old
Like a love of gold



Credits
Writer(s): Conrad Rudolph
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