Fields of Marigold
Serene waters running like bridges
Faultless shoreline on the edges
Decent horizon meeting the ridges
Echoes through the mountain ranges
Tender air gently blowing
Like a chaste stream of elixir flowing
Fine evergreen freely growing
Like a matchless charm glowing
From the concrete plains of the west
To the rugged hills of the east
I was but a dreamer looking for heart of gold
On the vast fields of marigold
On the vast fields of marigold
There I was looking for the heart of gold
While sowing the seeds of wisdom
For those who treasure freedom
And far along where poor souls dwell
I got my taste of heaven and hell
A fine young maiden casted the spell
That made me ring my bell
On the vast fields of marigold
I came looking for a hand to hold
It does not matter if the trunk is old
For as long as the heart is gold
In memory of living in a place called "mine of gold"
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