Gord Bamford - Gold to Me
That scratched up humming birdHanging on a wall with a broken wing
Gotta put a price on what it's worth
Even with them rusty string
It ain't much to the naked eye
Smells like smoke and neon light
But when you pick it up
You can hear heaven sing
That's gold to me
I love to hold her close and hear it breathe
Precious gold to me
A work of art cut from the heart
Of some lonely old spruce tree
One of one under the sun
A master's masterpiece
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
Gold to me
Well she said it's been broken back
Walked out on and left for dead
It still beats but it's got cracks
From cupid's arrowheads
It used to love deep and true
But after being so lied to
She finds security
In the shallow weary dress
That's gold to me
I love to hold her close and feel her breathe
Precious gold to me
She's a work of art cut from the stars
By the hands that hold the seas
One of one under the sun
A master's masterpiece
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
Gold to me
And those little angel babies
Were made out of true love
Are more precious than anything
Anything under heaven above
Gold to me
I love to hold 'em close and feel them breathe
Precious gold to me
They're a work of art cut from the stars
By the hands that hold the seas
They're one of one under the sun
A master's masterpiece
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
Gold to me
Gold to me
Written by:
Jason Lee Owens Jr., Phil O'donnell
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Lyrics © Anthem Entertainment
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