Текст: Hugh Cornwell. Golden Brown.

Golden brown texture like sun
Lays me down, with my mind she runs
Throughout the night, no need to fight
Never a frown with golden brown

Every time just like the last
On her ship tied to the mast
To distant lands, takes both my hands
Never a frown with golden brown

Golden brown finer temptress
Through the ages she's heading west
From far away, stays for a day
Never a frown with golden brown

Never a frown
With golden brown
Never a frown
With golden brown