Текст: William Fitzsimmons. Gold in the Shadow. Gold In Shadow.

And she comes to me when I am in my sleep
Let the night fall here to hurry her again
Like a thief I wait to steal her to my arm
She is gold in shadow and she will remain

Let the night fall, well, if only here to stay
Let the night come, well, if only to remain

And I hold on even when the morning comes
Like a bird resists, the pushing from a nest
She will shelter me when daylight bends below
I will be with her in shadow once again

Let the night fall well, if only here to stay
Let the night come well, if only to remain