Silver and Gold
Brock Zeman
If I was the wind blowing from the east
I’d blow a thousand miles to blow away your tears
And I’d make damn sure that every dark storm cloud
Could never hang its hat over your house
And I’d carry flowers from far overseas
Just to lay them down at your feet
If I had the key to the place where you kept your dreams
Then I’d fill it up with soft pretty things
And I’d sleep outside, out in the cold
To make sure your fears never darken your door
And if you should wake in the night I’d have a violin
To play your favorite song till you found sleep again
If I had words so fine, just like silver thread
That they could win your heart if I whispered them under my breath
Then I’d be a broken record, one that you could never shut off
I’d just sing them over and over until my throat was raw
Because you’re an angel baby, you’re silver and gold
And you’re what’s at the end of my rainbow