Diggin' For Gold

Here she comes. She's as bright as the morning. Everything is open and
undone. Here she comes. She is stepping on lightning. Heights bow to beg her to come down. And she says:

"Don't fret for me. I will not fall. I'm carried.. Don't fret for me I will
not fall. I'm carried by the watermelon trees and the pink and purple seas,
by the sunlight seeds and the sugarberry bees.. by the water woven gowns and the rose pedaled cows, by the bubble beaded towns and the hoola -hooping crowds."

Here she is. She came looking for answers- flushing the pipelines, digging
for gold. I am sure she will find what she came for. Finally all this will
unfold. And she says:

"Don't wait for me I need some time, don't follow. Don't wait for me I need
some time, don't follow me."