Ben Harper - Memories Of Gold lyrics

(with Ellen Harper) Days must be untangled For years to be revealed We’ve looked from every angle With nothing left concealed In the winter she wants to be dancer In springtime she wants to be a scribe In summer she wants to be a painter Come autumn the mother of a child Where the edge of the hill Meets the end of the road We make memories of gold Our memories of gold To have and to hold Our memories of gold