Little darling, I'm along for the ride
You're the one I want to be quiet beside
Rest your head until you dream of a rhyme
So many sparrows, so little time
Amen America
You were born on such a beautiful night
You were always such a beautiful child
I have seen you wrapped in curtains of light
In the grasses, saddened and wild
Amen America
Can you see it?
Is it made of gold?
Can you see it?
Is it made of gold?
Amen America