Testo Gold And Silver

Love-child...
Sugar and spices scattered all around you
Stay awhile,
Say something strange
Ad someone may believe you

What do you get when you give your love ?
It can't be gold, 'Cause you can't be sold;
It can't be silver,
'Cause silver never pleased you...

...Like hanging around the flowers
Like honeybees do
With dark eyes
Glistening with tears
'Cause heaven still eludes you.