gold to me
Singer:bamford, gord
that scratched up humming bird
hanging on a wall with a broken wing
can't put a price on what it's worth
even with them rusty string
it ain't much to the naked eye
smells like smoke and neon light
when you pick it up you can hear heaven sing
i love to hold her close and hear it breathe
a work of art cut from the heart
of some lonely old spruce tree
she said it's been broken back
walked out on and left for dead
it still beats but it's got cracks
it used to love deep and true
in the shallow where it treads
i love to hold her close and feel her breathe
she's a work of art cut from the stars
by the hands that hold the seas
i know those little angel babies
are more precious than anything
anything under heaven above
i love to hold 'em close and feel them breathe
they're a work of art cut from the stars
by the hands that hold the seas
they're one of one under the sun