Lyrics Golden Robes - Matthew E. White

Golden Robes

It wasn’t the dawn in her golden robes
Not the moon in her finest white Sunday clothes
It wasn’t the storm in the deep black sea
Not the rebels from Saturn’s last
But it was the first time
It was the first time I saw you
Moving close to me
Moving close to me
It will always be
It will always be
You will always be with me
It is close to me
It is close to me
It will always be
It will always be with me
Everybody’s a baby
To somebody
Who else can make love bittersweet
I lay across my bed in the sunlight
Living in bright memory
It wasn’t the worth bright orange floor
of a volcano
It wasn’t the dawn in her golden robes
Not the moon in her finest white Sunday clothes