Golden stream   In the cold   It turns to ice   Runs down my knees in fright      Golden stream   Turns from warm to cold   In frightful time   In the frozen dead of night      The golden stone builds the golden road to heaven   Held up high by golden streams of ice   My golden bone meets the golden bun   Buns held high in our dreams of men      Golden streams of ice   In the cold   Hold up a city of gold   That lives in broad daylight      Two golden streams   Run down my cheeks   When buns are deprived   Of my dreams of men      I hold the golden bone on the golden road to heaven   Held up high by golden streams of ice   The golden bone belongs in golden bun   Bone and bun held high in my dreams of us      My golden wand waves down your golden rod   Our gold held high in sunny breezy sky   Then a stream of gold released from golden stone   Erupts late at night and melts the winter ice      The golden streams   The golden streams   The golden streams   ...