Just before seven,
This is what the sky looked like,
A golden sunrise.

Painting such colours
The sky filled with golden rays
Caught my eye, it did!
As complex as simple is.
Just before seven,
This is what the sky looked like,
A golden sunrise.

Painting such colours
The sky filled with golden rays
Caught my eye, it did!
Another day dawns bright
Spilling mornings golden light.
Right across the land.
This is so perverse,
Golden Goodbyes to some there,
Most not such rubbish.
Just three years or so,
Then they leave happy and rich,
But cut key projects.