Golden Brown - The Stranglers

From the album “ La Folie.“ ( 1981 ) Golden brown texture like sun Lays me down with my mind she runs Throughout the night No need to fight Never a frown with golden brown Every time just like the last On her ship tied to the mast To distant lands Takes both my hands Never a frown with golden brown Golden brown finer temptress Through the ages she’s heading west From far away Stays for a day Never a frown with golden brown Never a frown with golden brown Never a frown with golden brown Never a frown with golden brown Never a frown with golden brown