Текст: Howie Lucero. Gold Naomi.

(words and music by Howie Lucero © 1984)

Only a moment too late I came out screaming, "There's gold! Gold, Naomi!"
I wasn't thinking how great a tragedy you had known . . . no, Naomi.
But I know in your eyes you see me as no Robin Hood . . . you were surprised.

I found you kneeling in light, far from the shadows I knew . . . you, Naomi.
I thought it rare that you cried, but with the gifts and the room "To Naomi."
And then you raised your eyes and said, "Riches are not Hollywood." I realized -
you had taken the fall from cherries and wine
faster than you could crawl to get back in line.
And you have come here to write your letter of doom . . .
Yes, it's hard to read in the light of the Caribbean moon.
I am still young in my life, but I have seen what unfolds, Gold Naomi.
"And what might that be, my young writer?" I hear the whispers you throw. Oh, Naomi.
Well, I know in your eyes you see me as no Robin Hood. Now, I'm not surprised that -
you had taken the fall from cherries and wine
faster than you could crawl to get back in line.

(inst.)

Kind of a drag that you fight my every heartbeat for you - you, Naomi.
Either I'm wrong or I'm right to give you all that I do. Choose, Naomi.
Well, I know in your eyes Her Island is no Hollywood. I realize -
you had taken the fall from cherries and wine
faster than you could crawl to get back in line.
And you have come here to write your letter of doom . . .
Yes, it's hard to read in the light of the Caribbean moon.
(repeat)