That scratched up humming bird Hanging on a wall with a broken wing Can’t 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 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
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 [?] She finds security In the shallow where it treads
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
I know those little angel babies We 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