Текст: Emmylou Harris. All I Intended To Be. Gold.

(Emmylou Harris)

Oh, the night is growing colder,
And the stars have lost their shine.
And I have been forsaken,
By everything I thought was mine.
For in the darkest hour,
When the final story's told,
No matter how bright I glittered, baby,
I could never be gold.

You gave up your finest treasure,
For the one you saw in me.
But how could I know the measure,
Of all you needed me to be.
Though I came with sweet intentions,
More my pockets could not hold.
No matter how bright I glittered, baby,
I could never be gold.

I finally gave up counting,
The ways you said I let you down.
When I fell into that river of no return,
And you watched me drown.
Oh I could sparkle like a diamond,
Have silver line my soul.
But no matter how I glittered, baby,
I could never be gold.

You looked so high and low for heaven,
I tried so hard to show the way.
But though I flew on wings of angels,
My feet were always made of clay.
I could come trailing clouds of glory,
But you saw nothing to behold.
No matter how bright I glittered, baby
I could never be gold.

No matter how bright I glittered, baby,
I could never be gold.