The creek beds dries and then it fills The shadows lengthen as shadows will The last wild roses go to seed The summer birds they take their leave As the light goes golden golden Here we are here I am Here we stand in the handing over time All that shines all that rusts In the light and borrowed dust It all comes round and round again Curtains of leaves drift away The fields are filled with wheels of hay The yellow finches fade to gray At least the ones who choose to stay As the light goes golden, golden Here we are here I am Here we stand in the handing over time All that shines all that rusts In the light and borrowed dust It all comes round and round again Something fine and true and deep Happened when I was asleep Something there right in my palm It was here and then it's gone The creek bed dries and then it fills The shadows lengthen as shadows will As the light goes golden golden Here we are here I am Here we stand in the handing over time All that shines all that rusts In the light and borrowed dust It all comes round and round again