Styx. Golden Lark. Zeneszám

(Dennis DeYoung)

la la la la
la la la la
la la la la la

one day you're up
and the next day you're down
and all your dreams
pass you by

you sit in your room
with your face in a frown
waiting for her
last goodbye

and all of the wishing wells
and stars in the sky
won't make her stay any more

and all of the plans you've made
will soon wash to sea
like a lark who can't sing any more

once in awhile you remember her laugh
for she could make you feel strong
'twas then that you thought your love always would last
but now it seems you were wrong

and all of the wishing wells
and stars in the sky
won't make her stay anymore

and all of the plans you've made
will soon wash to sea
like a lark who can't sing any more
golden lark won't you sing any more

golden lark
keeps her heart
riding on the wind

she's a mystery
like a gypsy
hides her love within

golden lark
keeps her heart
riding on the wind

she's a mystery
like a gypsy
hides her love within

la la la la
la la la la
la la la la la