Lyrics:
La Corda D Oro

Fire is the color of my true love's hair Near to the father sits his golden chair With prayer and petition to the king on his left Light is the burden

My dinner's on fire while she watches TV And if you've ever wondered what it's like to be me She takes all my money and leaves me no smokes Yells at my

fire is the color of my true love's hair near to the father sits his golden chair by prayer and petition to the king on his left light is the burden that

Translation: 16 Horsepower. Golden Rope.

: You like to keep me dangling on a string 'Cause you know without you my life don't mean a thing So I beg you Please don't drag that string around,

You like to keep me dangling on a string 'Cause you know without you my life don't mean a thing So I beg you Please don't drag that string around, oh

I love to hear those good old songs they sing unto the Lord I love to play my old guitar with them and I wanna choir I'm looking forward to the day when

My dinner's on fire while she watches TV and if you've ever wondered what it's like to be me she takes all my money and leaves me no smokes yells