Pink Mountaintops
The Gayest Of Sunbeams
And I rise with the gayest of sunbeamsAnd I walk 'neath the warmth of her raysWith the flowers blossomed high on the thornsShe's the girls with the painted black swirlAnd she rose like an arch in my skyAnd scraped the filth from my mindFar from from the screams of the low downed and toiledAnd faulty men who've been dethronedShe's my light and godly shineThe flying silver angel ridesAnd I rise with the gayest of sunbeamsAnd I walk 'neath the warmth of her raysWith the flowers blossomed high on the thornsShe's the girls with the painted black swirl
From Letras Mania