Gold Dust Memories (Song)

1.

Gold dust in the hourglass,

brief as every grain may be,

it shimmers, as it pours past,

brighter than eternity.

Bridge:

Wind the watch and listen

to its pretty tinkling tune;

little gold gears glisten

like the moving sun and moon.

Chorus:

Darling, will you be my wife,

dance with me, the steps of life;

on my memory paint a kiss

so I may always remember this.

2.

Old sepia photographs

turn to technicolour bright;

smiling faces start to laugh,

love filling them with living light.

Bridge:

Wind the watch and listen

to its pretty tinkling tune;

little gold gears glisten

like the moving sun and moon.

Chorus:

Darling, will you be my wife,

dance with me, the steps of life;

on my memory paint a kiss

so I may always remember this.