Hey Day

Golden hills, you climb high At the top, licking hairy pie Skip Jack got a lucky hand Living on the fat of the land New roads travel smooth No golden rule No golden rule I'll wait for you No war and trade I'll wait for you The hope you're paid I like your style You go for charm I like your hope Sit golden on a lawn Sit golden on a lawn Well, I'm not damned In the fat of the land With the lucky hand I can only dream That you were forever racing I can only dream Hey day, hey day Gone astray Hey day, hey day Hey day now Hey day