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Slowly, slowly, walk the path,And you might never stumble or fall.Slowly, slowly, walk the path,And you might never fall in love at all.CHORUS:Golden, golden, is her hair,Like the morning sun over fields of corn.Golden, golden, flows her love,So sweet and clear and warm.Lonely, lonely, is the heartThat ne'er another can call its own.Lonely, lonely, lies the partThat has to live all alone.Golden, golden, is her hair,Like the morning sun over fields of corn.Golden, golden, flows her love,So sweet and clear and warm.Wildly, wildly, beats the heartWith a rush of love like a mountain stream.Wildly, wildly, play your partAs free as a wild bird's dreamGolden, golden, is her hair,Like the morning sun over fields of corn.Golden, golden, flows her love,So sweet and clear and warm. From Letras Mania