Dressed In Gold - Robin Trower

Dressed in gold like the morning

Painted stars on her face

Every man that she has fawning

Knows his place

Hours or days do not enslave her

But her age we dare not ask

There are many who still crave her

From her past

Knows only one game

Winner take all

Holds every last flame

In thrall

Truth and honor dance around her

Waiting at her beck and call

But will she end up where we found her

After all?

Some gave all just to be near her

Some gave more for even less

Who’ll be the one that she has chosen

To be blessed?

To be blessed