Golden slumbers, golden dreams
Awakened by the golden beams
of sunshine shining on my head
dragging me from my bed
Through my window I espie
golden fields of wheat and rye
On the nearby golden sand
children play - a happy band
with golden limbs and golden curls
lithesome, joyful boys and girls.
Such a happy golden day,
Has summer time come to stay?
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