And I love her so,
I wouldn't trade her for gold.
walking on moon beams.
I was born with a silver spoon,
and I'm gonna be me.
I'm gonna be free
I'm walking on moon beams,
and staring out to sea.
And if a door be closed,
then a row of home, start buildin'.
And tear your curtains down
for sunlight is like gold.
And you better be you,
and do what you can do,
when you're walking on moon beams
staring out to sea.
'Cause if your skin was soil,
how long do you think before they'd start diggin'?
And if your life was gold,
how long do you think you'd stay livin'?
And I love her so,
I wouldn't trade her for gold.