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"