Gold Marie

Gold Marie, come back to me
and I will throw the feathers.
I’ll make the snow
in which to grow
my little gold Marie.

Gold Marie, what’s my work to be
to loosen up these tethers?
What must I know
to help you grow
my little gold Marie?

Gold Marie, help me see
the hardships Weary weathers.
I’ll let them go
to help you grow
my little gold Marie.

Where shall I go
that I may know
my little gold Marie?

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